The Summoning Pt.2
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Amora spent the next couple of hours perfecting the incantation that she would use when she split the seams between worlds. She broke long enough to feed her youngest, tucking her girls back into bed with Herdis watching over them. Amora always wondered that she was the most like Amora, strong willed, stubborn and unwilling to listen. Herdis jumped first and asked questions later, exactly as Amora was doing now. She knew that Herdis suspected she was up to something but she wouldn't speak reason, no thoughtful reproach from Herdis because given the ability she would do the same. Amora of course wouldn't want her to risk it but it was Amoras risk now and so she thanked her daughter, and left the babies in her care. She swept back into her office, a room set in the far back of their wing, away from where they lay their heads every night. The door was shut to the hall, locked to anyone stepping in without her say so. She murmured the words she would use, not letting herself need to rely on anything but her own memory when the time came. 

At that thought she looked at the clock that sat on her desk, tucked into the corner by her balcony. It was growing later, and if her lady didnt return before Thor did she would have to push this back, something she wasnt ready to risk. She pulled a satchel free from the chest along the near wall and started to fill it with what she would need. A trip to the market for one of the things she needed was taking forever but the things she had on hand she could prepare. As an anchor to her world she needed earth from each of the nine realms that made up their world. Amora had jewels from most that worked perfectly, rocks mined from every one of the realms that created their world save one. So now her lady sought out dirt from Hel, something she knew was available for those in Asgard who liked charms maybe more then they should and didnt mind tempting the fates against them. The dagger her husband had given her when he first trained her was strapped to her thigh, a hole in the pocket of her skirts making it easy to grasp should she need it. She also had a bow on hand, something she was actually good with but never needed. If her powers failed her after she opened the door she wouldnt have herself be entirely defenseless. 

Bow and the arrows that paired with it were strapped to the bag before a knock sounded on the door, a gentle pat that couldnt belong to anyone in her family. She whipped the door open, beaming as a small clay pot was held out to her. She squeezed the old womans hand, mouthing the words, “Thank you,” before she turned to tuck the prize into her bag alongside the jewels she would be using for her cause. The woman waited for Amora who told her to inform Herdis she would be back in under an hour and to neither worry or mention to anyone she was away unless directly asked. She knew Thor would be furious if he found her gone without her guards, but she wasnt bringing anyone along. Shutting the door she let the lock fall into place and then picked up the bag sliding it onto her shoulder. She scanned the room one more time, to ensure she would forget nothing and then in a wisp of verdant smoke she was gone from the room appearing miles away at the base of the mountains that were once her bedroom windows view. She walked past her old cottage and headed up into the woods, climbing past the rocks where Dagna would once lay out and sun. She had debated bringing the mountain lion with her but Lif might notice her gone and Amora couldn't afford that now.

Shortly past Dagnas favorite spot to sun was a clearing, unusually perfectly round, where no trees grew, but neither did grass nor flowers. No one knew why, but Amora thought a place where nothing from her world grew was a good spot to open the door to another. She set her bow and quiver at the northern point of the circle, where she would stand when she began the incantation. She then moved around, setting every element she had collected at even intervals around the circle. She moved as quickly as she could while insuring the runes she dug into the soil of Asgard were deep and clear. She would leave nothing to chance, there was no room for a mistake here. When she had completed the circle, ended with the pot of dirt from Hel she moved back to the northern circles point. 

Amora started her chant, something that felt foreign and heavy on her tongue, their own tongue mixing with the words from the book that had made her head throb painfully as she read. Her arms came to raise out on either side of her, palms pointed at the ground, where tendrils of light and smoke, tangled, the smoke from her hands, the light from the edges of the circle. Her own green smoke was met with a deep purple light, something that should have made Amora pause but she was committed now, and there was no way she would be going back, not now. Her pulse drumming in her throat, blood rushing to quickly through her veins she continued. Her voice grew louder, slipping more easily around the foreign words though she understood it no more now then when she first read it. Heavy clouds, thick with rain and bad omen swirled into view where she stood, this being the reason she chose this spot. Storms in the mountains that never reach Asgard were common place and she hoped nobody looked twice at it. 

Amora kept her chant, as the winds picked up, and rain started to pelt down on her, tangling her hair with the circled she wore around her head, making the layers of her dress heavy. Cold water cut down her bodice, the layers of silk clinging to her legs as she noted the circle remained untouched like the rain couldn't permeate the earth, the runes she had carves still perfect in the dirt. Lightening started to streak over the sky, and Amora winced at a particularly powerful boom of thunder, just before a bolt hit the tree sitting across the clearing from where she stood. The rain continued but the thunder and its counterpart faded off as the tree started to glow with the fire burning inside it caused by the bolt. Amora watched it, her chanting falling silent though the smoke and light still wrapped around the circle. 

 

The base of the tree started to split, the red glow of the embers that had once been the thick trunk of the tree bursting forward. The light from her circle faded, blinking out as the smoke was washed down into the ground by the rain. Amora braced herself for what would pour from the tree, and she was shocked to see it was a man. He was tall, black hair that splattered to his head as the rain continued to pelt down at them. His eyes were a bright violet, and he looked confused, alarmed, before a cool mask covered his features. For just a second she thought she saw the shadow of great black wings, gone almost as soon as they appeared. Amora held the blade strapped to her thigh by the handle with one hand, the other waving, so new tendrils of spoke, thick, resembling rope twisted and faded around the mans mouth and hands, his fingers locked together. He looked like he was trying to open his mouth, then move his hands, but both were locked under her control, something she had thought a fitting precaution.

“Im sorry we are meeting in less then ideal circumstances. In truth Id love to be inside, making a grand show of our palace and asking for your help kindly. But I dont have that luxury and since I dont know how powerful you are this is just a minor precaution.” She knew hands and were were needed often enough to shape magic to take his out of commission. “Im going to get you out of this rain, and tucked inside someplace safe, someplace secure. Then I will go and retrieve some help, eventually I will let you go free.” She didn't specify that she would be forcing him to help her, if force was required. Around the circle now the rain washed away the runes she had carved deeply, her burned jewels and shattered clay jar splattered with mud. “Rest now,” she said turning her green eyes on the man before her, waving her hand so violet eyes turned into the back of his head and he started to drop. A wind controlled by her cut under his legs, lifting the man that she used her powers to carry to her cottage. She moved him to lay inside, and locked the door behind her as she left, letting wards come up to shimmer over every door and window. She had barely turned to face the direction of Asgard again when smoke, green wisps of it were all that was left of her, Amora landing with a sopping dress back in her rooms at home. She didnt have time to hide her appearance, she heard her husband was back with their boys. So she pushed out of the room, stealing her nerve to now inform Thor of what she had done, knowing it would be met with much anger. 

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