Squeezing my palm, my blood dripped into the brazier. The flames of the brazier and all the candles started shifting in color. Red, blue, yellow, orange, purple. Constantly shifting between them. The colors changed more rapidly as the magic built. Then it stopped on a soft green. In acceptance of the sacrifice. All the flames died out as the magic swept up into the air. Past the wards. Past the tops of the trees. Then in a quick dive. It crashed into the clearing. Everyone felt the magic buzz through their body. The overwhelming magical surge caused many to freeze, eyes wide open. The rest had their eyes closed as they allowed the magic to course through their body. 