Metanoia

Chapter 16

It's 4 am. I'm running off 3 cans of monster and 30 mins of sleep in the last three days.
Let's do this thang!

Protection Spell

"It's my birthday!" the young Prince bounced into the witches room, jumping on his bed and thus awakening the younger.

Said little witch was beyond exhausted, these past few weeks had probably been the most stressful for him since his arrival in the kingdom.

Let's take a step back shall we?

Three weeks ago.

After allowing his wand to soak in the protection potion, Yoongi and the King travelled to the highest point in the kingdom; the clock tower. Normally when presented with such extreme levels of exercise, such as the clock tower steps, Yoongi would simply float towards the top. However, he needed to harvest as much magic as he could in efforts of performing the spell correctly, so alas, he and Namjoon climbed each steep step, 178 of them to be exact (yes he counted) arriving at the top of tower in which the small witch had to take a moment to simply marvel in the beauty of Aithne once again.
Although it wasn't his home, nor were it lands he ever thought he'd venture, there was a warm beauty to the land. The rich red tones and ever bustling street life made her truly a pretty sight. Yet that wasn't what made the witches breath hitch, no, the witch having taken the view in, turned to the young king beside him, where his heart suddenly took a pause.

Namjoon, having been king for almost 9 years now, always seemed to stand with a sense of power oozing from his body. Yet here in this moment, as the tall man relaxed, shoulders back and hands casually perched in his pockets, a smile grew upon his face that replicated the gentleness of the moon. A cool, but comforting smile that showed how happy he was. Fresh yet familiar joy filled him, gazing upon his lands that he ruled with pride.

Yoongi couldn't tear his eyes away. He found himself lately, with each passing day staring more and more at the handsome king, getting lost in how effortless yet captivating the kings expressions and mannerisms appeared.

Namjoon, still staring at the village, released a soft, thoughtless sigh, "I hope this spell works, I need to keep them safe."

Yoongi could only smile, choosing to lighten the situation, and also distract himself from staring at the King, he moved to climb onto the roof of the tower, "well there's only one way to find out if it works or not."

Leaving the King to panic below him, Yoongi began lowly chanting the spell, his eyes soon glowing their alluring white, an essence of his raw power flooding in his palms and through the wand he clutched tightly. Namjoon could feel his ring grow cold and tingly, he stared at the simple band upon his finger, it not helping to smooth his growing anxiety.

Since having faced the fact he had a crush on the little witch, Namjoon became painfully aware of how clumsy and reckless said witch was, not a good combination obviously. Watching the smaller stand with wind soaring through his hair, his ever beautifully decorated robes flowing behind him, and the look of pure and ultimate magic took over every inch of his being, Namjoon was both terrified and yet completely entranced.

The feeling of casting magic would be one difficult to describe for Yoongi. The closest thing he could think of, and this may seem weird, but the feeling after a really intense stretch. When you're exhausted and stretch your body out to its farthest reach, and every little drop of tension and stress flows from your body and you're left with a tingly feeling that just puts a smile on your face. It's generally a good feeling, however like mosts thing, it isn't fun when you do it too much. Casting a spell of such size, for Yoongi who was still an underage, inexperienced witch, this was gonna take a toll on him, mentally and physically.