The first thing that [The Girl] learned about magic was this: keep your True Name safe. It turns out that a lot of the basics about magic applied to hacking - know what you're after and be careful of the strange things you meet in the middle of the night.
Actually, that could be applied to running the streets too.
She kept her friends close, their enemies closer and the truth tied tight behind her ribcage. All her life she seemed to walk the line between two worlds - legal and illegal, light and dark. One bad night came and everything changed.
There had been bullets and and she was pretty sure she was bleeding when she cast that first spell. Everything during the spell she remembers as clear as her own heartbeat and ever since then, the youngbloods in the gang were very careful of disturbing their big sis. See brujeria was a thing that everyone sort of did, but becoming a true bruja was something only the foolish chased after. So she learned everything she could until the night they tried to kill Los Muertos - then she traded everything that she was for everything she could be.
That had been a long time ago.
Her power had grown over the years, partly the potency of her blood and partly the potency of her deal as such a young age. For a long time, it would bleed off of her in waves, spiking with her emotions and setting anything that could sense magic on edge instantly.
But not anymore!
After some serious searching and cracking a private server of information, Sombra found the solution to her problems. She stopped swearing, stopped eating fast food and abstained from sex for a month, praying Hail Mary and bathing in the sea in the dead of night once a week. Once the time was right she lit candles and drew salt circles and sung to the spirits of her family and the brujas that had come before her. Then she slept like the dead for ten hours.
Today was day one after solving this ‘magic bleed’ problem she’d been having and she felt so much clearer. She’d only gotten a few weird looks from folks she knew were magic - the clerk with the super clear third eye, a dude from the library she assumed was a werewolf a while ago. So a trip to the good supermarket was in order as she tried to shake the feeling of an unfamiliar gaze.
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Actually, that could be applied to running the streets too.
She kept her friends close, their enemies closer and the truth tied tight behind her ribcage. All her life she seemed to walk the line between two worlds - legal and illegal, light and dark. One bad night came and everything changed.
There had been bullets and and she was pretty sure she was bleeding when she cast that first spell. Everything during the spell she remembers as clear as her own heartbeat and ever since then, the youngbloods in the gang were very careful of disturbing their big sis. See brujeria was a thing that everyone sort of did, but becoming a true bruja was something only the foolish chased after. So she learned everything she could until the night they tried to kill Los Muertos - then she traded everything that she was for everything she could be.
That had been a long time ago.
Her power had grown over the years, partly the potency of her blood and partly the potency of her deal as such a young age. For a long time, it would bleed off of her in waves, spiking with her emotions and setting anything that could sense magic on edge instantly.
But not anymore!
After some serious searching and cracking a private server of information, Sombra found the solution to her problems. She stopped swearing, stopped eating fast food and abstained from sex for a month, praying Hail Mary and bathing in the sea in the dead of night once a week. Once the time was right she lit candles and drew salt circles and sung to the spirits of her family and the brujas that had come before her. Then she slept like the dead for ten hours.
Today was day one after solving this ‘magic bleed’ problem she’d been having and she felt so much clearer. She’d only gotten a few weird looks from folks she knew were magic - the clerk with the super clear third eye, a dude from the library she assumed was a werewolf a while ago. So a trip to the good supermarket was in order as she tried to shake the feeling of an unfamiliar gaze.