The moon ritual is ongoing Jazlyn is coming back to her normal sense now.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, radiant glow over the small village.
Jazlyn has return to her home town.
As she stood at the center of her quite courtyard, the ancient stone walls surrounding her .
The air was thick with the aura scent, the quiet hum of the night blending with the sound of cricket.
Yet, in the air around her, there was a perceivable tension a lingering anxiety, as if the night itself held its breath.
Inside her illusionacient room, resting on a silk organza cloth, decorated with so many artifacts .
There, inside her room embossed a small, ornate amulet,not larger than a child's palm.
Yet, the shraap that lay within it was ancient and deep.
The villagers had brought it to her after learning of its damaging effects how it had twisted the minds of those who touched it, envolping them into madness.
There were tale of how it had once belonged to a powerful magician from a forgotten age.
As the story has been told it was the sorcere tha had bound dark spirits to the amulet, leaving it tainted with malevolentmagic.
Jazlyn was their last hope.
She was thefrom from the bloodline of the Order of Light, a rare bloodline that had once been known with the sacred duty of putting such darkness to its end.
Tonight, the full moon's light called to her, and it was time to perform the ritual of purification which is the cleansing rites.
Her bare feet pressed softly against the cool stone floor as she stepped forward, her white robes flowing around her like an delicate river.
The moonlight caught the delicate silver sparkle,embroidered along the button edge of her gown, soft and glowing.Jazlyn inhaled deeply, grounding herself, her fingers flexing as she prepared for the delicate work ahead.
She lifted her hands to the sky, feeling the pull of the moon's energy. Her lunar magic was in tune with the rhythm of the world, a gentle force that could heal, restore, and purify.
But it was not without its powerful dangers. She had learned the hard way in her early years. If the magic is overextended, her magic could turn from a force of healing into a volatile storm, out of her control.
Jazlyn closed her eyes,She could feel the moon's light entering her body,as if it were flowing through her veins corresponding with her heartbeat.
The magic of the moon was calm, steady as a force that could cleanse the darkness, as long as it was balanced.
She began to chant softly in the ancient tongue, her voice a soft murmur beneath the stars.
The amulet on the cloth before her shines with a faint ominous glow as the shraap inside it responded to her words. She could feel the dark energy pressing against her, resisting her attempt to purify it.
But Jazlyn was patient. Her hands moved in slow, deliberate circles above the artifact, the runes on her robes glowing brighter with each motion.
A soft breeze moving around her, carrying with it the weight of centuries of magic, the quiet voice of old spirits answering her call.
With a final breath, she pressed her hands down toward the amulet, fingertips brushing the smooth surface.
As her skin made contact, the air in the courtyard seemed to shake. The amulet tremble, as if it were alive, a flash of red energy coming out from it from within it, shooting into the air like lightning.
Jazlyn's heart skipped a beat. She felt the amount of darkness, a deep ancient force attempting to overtake her. The ritual was not going as planned.
For a moment, she hesitated, but only for a second. Her power was not one of destruction, but of restoration.
She knew that the only thing she had to do is to focus.
"Focus," she self-talked, her eyes closing in concentration.
She uproot the energy from the moon above her, letting it spread through her body, filling her with its steady, calming power. She breath out , and the light around her extended, curling with the grace of the moon's natural flow.
The red energy from the amulet began to fight back, moving outward like an uncontrollable beast, but Jazlyn held firm.
Her fingers glowed brighter, the light intensifying as she wove the lunar energy into a net of purification.
Her body trembled with the force of it, sweat beading on her forehead.
The magic, though beautiful in its essence, was a double-edged sword.
If she allowed it to go too far out of control, it would tear her apart.
She could feel the tension, building her magic reaching its limits.
The balance was becoming harder to maintain.
She focused harder, her voice steadying as she continued the incantate.
The amulet grew hotter beneath her fingers, and she felt a sharp tug at her chest a dangerous, pulling force that made her muscles ache and her head shake.
The artifact wanted to resist, to consume her energy and feed off her power.
Just as the red energy began to overflow, going out of control, Jazlyn raised her hand sharply. "Be still."
The words were like a command, and for a moment, everything froze.
The air went silent, and the crimson glow that had once threatened to envolop her slowly began to disappear.
The pulse of dark energy that had tried to consume the courtyard weakened, moving into itself like a dying flame. Slowly, the artifact began to lose its glow.
Jazlyn breath was scattered, her body shaking from the physical effort that she had just displayed.
The ritual had been more dangerous than she had anticipated, and for a brief moment, she had feared she might lose control completely.
But as the last dot of the darkness melted away, the amulet before her became still its curse broken, the malevolent power that had once tainted it now wiped away.
Her heart slowed, her hands trembling as she pulled them back, watching the amulet cool into its original, harmless form. She had done it.
But the toll on her body was immense. She move unsteadily back a step, her knees almost giving way below her as the magic goes away.
The room looks like it's spinning, and she closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that lunar magic, even in its purest form, always left a mark on her.
The villagers, who had been silently watching from the edge of the courtyard, began to draw near, stepping forward quickly. They could see that the curse had been lifted. But they didn't know the price Jazlyn shraap had paid to do so.
She stood upright, steadying herself, and managed a smile, though it was strained.
"You're safe now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
The villagers, their faces filled with relief, stepped forward to thank her, but Jazlyn's eyes remained focused on the artifact.
It was gone from her sight now, but the lingering burn in her chest told her that the ritual had come too close to the edge.
Her magic is also that powerful but something more huge demanded respect.
And tonight, it had nearly broken her.
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