"Sorry guys, i know i am a bit late, i almost forgot the Location you guys told me". Victor Carter said.
"You are always late," Alexander Reynolds said with a little chuckle. It was a friendly joke.
"I can see you have prepared everything" Victor Carter.
Victor Carter, the first-year student hostel warden was a wizard, he arrived at the location with an air of mystique surrounding him. Tall and slender, he carried himself with a graceful poise that commanded attention. His long, flowing robes, adorned with intricate symbols and patterns, billowed as he walked, adding to his ethereal presence.
The robes themselves were a rich shade of deep blue, reminiscent of the night sky scattered with stars. They shimmered with a subtle iridescence, as if infused with a touch of magic itself. The fabric seemed to whisper secrets of ancient spells and forgotten incantations, hinting at the vast knowledge and power that Victor possessed.
Victor's silver hair cascaded down to his shoulders, its strands appearing almost luminescent in the dim light. It seemed to capture the moon's glow and reflect it back, lending an otherworldly aura to his appearance. His piercing blue eyes, brimming with wisdom and a touch of mischief, held a depth that hinted at the vast experiences he had encountered on his magical journey.
As he approached the group, a staff adorned with mystical symbols and glowing crystals was held firmly in his grasp. The staff was a conduit for his magical abilities, a tool that channeled his energies and amplified his spells. Carved with intricate precision, it emanated a soft, pulsating light that shifted in hues of blue and silver, matching the colors of his robes.
Victor's presence exuded a sense of calm confidence, as if he had seen it all and was ready to face any challenge that came his way. His aura seemed to weave an invisible tapestry of enchantment, casting a spell of fascination on those who beheld him.
"Apologies for my tardiness," Victor said with a wry smile. "The realms of magic have a way of distorting time. But fear not, I have arrived, and the ritual shall commence."
His voice carried a melodic quality, resonating with an otherworldly charm. Each word dripped with a hint of ancient wisdom and a touch of mischief, drawing the attention of all who listened.
As the werewolf pack gazed upon Victor, they couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and anticipation. They knew that with his arrival, the initiation ritual would be imbued with the magic and power that only a skilled wizard like him could bring. In that moment, they understood that their path would be forever altered by the enchantments Victor would weave.
With a wave of his staff and a soft incantation on his lips, Victor signaled the beginning of the ritual, his presence a beacon of mystical energy in the midst of the night.
"Eduardus Miller, evigilabis et hoc parcum LOKI LUPINE fies" Victor Carter said he was trying to make Miller Edward this Werewolf park LOKI LUPIN.
He continued. His held his staff upward with his right hand and crossed it over Miller's body and started uttering more magical words:
"Spiritus Domini LOKI LUPIN. Potestatem in hunc puerum mitte, vires ferat, Loki LUPINE." He continued.
As Victor Carter raised his staff high, the silver crystals embedded within it shimmered and glowed with an intensified brilliance, casting an ethereal light upon the surrounding werewolf pack. The air crackled with a palpable energy, as if the very fabric of reality was responding to the impending transformation.
"SPIRITUS LOKI LUPINE," Victor's voice resonated through the clearing, its timbre carrying a harmonious blend of authority and reverence. "Obsecro te, ut meam vocationem audias, ut ex intimis ignotis evigilares, et huic puero graves reservatas potestates Loki lupini electos tribuas."
As his words echoed through the night, a gentle breeze swept through the area, rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees. The atmosphere seemed to thicken, as if the spirits themselves were drawing near, drawn by the ancient invocation and the pure intentions of the werewolf pack.
"Concede illi vim ad cursum lunae cum velocitate venti, ad obtinendum instinctum raptoris primi, et ad perseverandum per durissimas probationes." Victor continued, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. " Infunde cum gratia noctis , pravis virtute , et sapien- tibus veterum."
As the words left Victor's lips, a faint, iridescent mist materialized around Miller, enveloping him in a shimmering cocoon of luminescence. It swirled and danced, weaving intricate patterns that seemed to mirror the very essence of the moon above. The mist pulsed with a vibrant energy, intertwining with Miller's unconscious form, as if performing an intricate ritual of its own.
"Spiritus LOKI LUPIN," Victor's voice crescendoed, carrying the weight of the collective hope and determination of the werewolf pack. "Hunc puerum imbue essentia, prisca potestate. Surgat ut LOKI LUPIN, custos sarcinae nostrae, fautor generis nostri."
With a final flourish of his staff, Victor brought it down gently, the tip touching the ground. A surge of energy emanated from the staff, coursing through Miller's bound form, seeping into every fiber of his being. It was as if the very essence of the spirits of the LOKI LUPIN had found a vessel in Miller, intertwining their fates and creating an unbreakable bond.
The air crackled with anticipation as the mist dissipated, revealing Miller now infused with the essence of the LOKI LUPIN. His chest rose and fell with newfound vitality, his previously unconscious form now stirring with a latent power waiting to be unleashed. The werewolf pack watched with awe and reverence, witnessing the birth of their newest member, a chosen one destined to carry the mantle of the LOKI LUPIN.
And as the last echoes of Victor's invocation faded into the night, a profound silence settled upon the clearing, broken only by the soft whispers of the wind and the hushed breaths of the werewolves. The ritual was complete, and Miller had been reborn as a LOKI LUPIN, ready to embrace his destiny and protect the pack.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THOSE MAGIC SPELLS SPOKEN BY VICTOR CARTER ARE LATIN. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THEIR MEANING YOU CAN TRANSLATE THEM ON A TRANSLATOR