May 5, 2009
By rcain GOLD, Bothell, Washington
rcain GOLD, Bothell, Washington
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The color of Ink is seraphina blue.
It slithers and twists, whispering the right words in my ear.
Ink tastes of quicksilver and trapped lightning.
Smelling of old parchment bound with new words,
Ink is an ocean of golden-cascaded letters, copper-coated words, bronze-wrought sentences.
Ink can create and destroy. It feels of raw power.

The author's comments:
A little explaination is in order. Ink is basically what stories come from. It's where writers, or Inkmages, get their ideas. Song is where singers, or Songmages, get their ideas. If you can name a craft, and at least one person who excels at it, then it's a Magic. There's Magic in everything, from a butterfly to a door. You just have to be able to see it.

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