ABRACADABRA
Abracadabra: The Power of the Word | The Immortal Gazette
The Immortal Gazette studio was its usual mess of enchanted chaos—floating scrolls, Loki flipping a dagger between his fingers, and Rumple sulking in the corner, probably plotting something petty. Alice, however, sat perfectly composed, sipping her tea as if the world wasn't about to unravel under the weight of ancient secrets.
She set her cup down with a smirk. “Alright, today’s topic—Abracadabra.”
Loki arched a brow. “The magician’s cliché? Hardly exciting.”
Alice shot him a look. “Oh, sweet trickster, that word predates your little illusions by centuries. Possibly millennia.”
Rumple perked up. “Oh, now we’re talking. You mean the real origin? The one soaked in mysticism and power?”
Alice nodded. “Exactly. People today hear ‘Abracadabra’ and think of cheap parlor tricks. But once upon a time, this word was a spell, a charm against disease, misfortune, and dark forces.”
Loki leaned forward. “Go on, educate us.”
Alice smirked. “It likely comes from Aramaic, meaning ‘I create as I speak’—which, honestly, is terrifyingly powerful when you think about it.”
Rumple snapped his fingers. “Ah, the old sorcerer’s law! Words shape reality.”
Alice nodded. “Exactly. True magic is spoken into existence—names hold power, and words are woven into the fabric of reality.”
Loki chuckled. “So you’re saying ‘Abracadabra’ was once a weapon, not just some nonsense syllables?”
Alice tilted her head. “More like a shield. Ancient texts show it was used as an incantation of protection, inscribed in a triangular form and worn as an amulet to ward off sickness.”
Rumple grinned. “A visual spell. The word shrinking in a downward pattern, diminishing its power bit by bit until the sickness disappeared.”
Loki smirked. “Clever. But also—fading power? That’s an awfully dramatic way to vanquish a curse.”
Alice grinned. “Oh, you’d love the theatrics of it. Some believed saying it aloud erased evil itself.”
Rumple sighed, feigning disappointment. “And now? It’s just... what? A stage trick? A punchline?”
Alice twirled her spoon in her tea. “Oh, no, darling. Words never lose their power. They just wait for someone who knows how to use them properly.”
Loki smirked. “So you’re saying if I whisper ‘Abracadabra’ with enough conviction, I could reshape reality?”
Alice chuckled darkly. “With you, trickster? More likely, you’d just start a small, localized disaster.”
Rumple snorted. “And that, dear readers, is why some words should never be spoken lightly.”
And with that, another tale—woven in whispers, spells, and ancient power—concluded at the Immortal Gazette.
ABRACADABRA
This was believed to gradually erase illness or misfortune as the word diminished. Some would even inscribe it on an amulet and wear it for protection.
Of course, Alice rolls her eyes and says, "Or you could just drink some of my enchanted tea and call it a day."
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