Sand Magic (ota)
Merlin sat in the sandbox of the play structure at the park. Normally it was where the smaller children played, but he had picked a time where most of them were either in school or napping. He sat cross-legged, unaware, really, of how it might look strange for a grown man to be sitting there. He was there practicing something.
He spoke a few ancient words which made his eyes flash gold for a moment and then the grains of sand started to swirl. He held out his palm to the sand as he tried to shape it with only his magic. It was hard considering all the little grains of sand needed to work in tandem.
He spoke a few ancient words which made his eyes flash gold for a moment and then the grains of sand started to swirl. He held out his palm to the sand as he tried to shape it with only his magic. It was hard considering all the little grains of sand needed to work in tandem.