There are, however, a few commonalities. A landing spot, a way to twist the spell, a focus, and something undeniably real. Even if it didn’t exist seconds before.
First, a place to land. A way of seeing the world in a form magic fundamentally understands. The four elements, the five elements; Light and Dark and Shadow, or what have you. Such as… oh, say, a mystic division of forces into heroes who work by Mind, or Spirit, or Magic.
Second, a way to twist the spell into order instead of chaos. Such as drawing on Janus, god of gates, mystical doorways, and portals between universes, in those aspects, instead of the chaos of pure division of self.
Portals and doorways. Like the Hedge. After all, the Others do exist, even before Ethan cuts loose. Call them Fae, demons, the Wild Hunt – they may not have quite the form Changelings recall, but they are already real. And Janus, counterpart to Hecate, knows them well.
Third, a focus. A conduit capable of handling that power, even just the fringes of it; channeling magic as it rewrites reality.
Yukiatsu pulls power from the very essence of names. Reality tends to take one look at her and head for a stiff drink.
Last, and most critical, a way to anchor the focus. So it – and the magic crashing around it into new forms – is unshakably, unmistakably real.
Which is generally the sticking point. Real people don’t exist alone. They have friends. Allies. Enemies. All of which have to be just as real as they are.
For Yukiatsu to be real, the youi have to be real. The Other World has to be real. Ayashi have to be real.
Meaning somewhere not too far away, magic has to find a bookish young youi hunter in government service, a dancer who faces down monsters, and a half-mad young painter. And all of them – all of them – have to be tied to Yukiatsu before the spell can get to them.
And no poor souls would be that unlucky, right?