A story in my Potions in the Apocalypse series, first posted on my Mastodon account on September 17, 2019.
“The worst thing about personal runes—” Uma grinned “—is that I can’t teach them to you.”
In the ruins of a subway station they’d slapped some protection wards on, they used rubble for seats and the tile as a chalkboard—but Uma wasn’t writing.
“If I say here’s my rune for truth, all it means to you is ‘Uma’s rune’. Then it’s Uma’s truth, not ALL Truth. Ruined. Magic is a picky thing.”
“So how do we learn them?” Tim was not the only impatient one there, just loudest.
Uma motioned for calm as they complained. “No. You discover them. Take the runes that will work for your goal. When you come to a gap in your knowledge, reach for a shape from your life. Nothing complicated—like any rune, you'll draw it over & over— but yours. You take that & PUSH your history into it, right into the empty part of the spell.”
In the ruin of their world, Uma still found herself smiling at her students. “You’re pretty much putting your life into your spells. And it works.”
Note(s): More on personal runes and magic. :-D It's a fun idea, to be honest. Makes me want to make my own.