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The image of a bleeding eye made him shiver, but the thought of the knowledge that could be in the tome he held keep the boy reading. He skimmed the chapter, noticing mentions of great power were used liberally through. Flipping a few pages, he noticed illustrations of men with fireballs in their hands, women growing various types of floras all over their bodies, and children diving in the earth as if it were merely water. Dipper's apprehensive interest now turned into genuine intrigue and he flipped back to the beginning of the chapter. The first thing the boy noticed was that he could read the text, yer it wasn't like any other language that he had ever seen. His interest growing even larger, he dove into the book, devouring every detail of the text. The book had said that it was possible to gain the ability to control the forces of nature, but that it required a deep connection with nature, numerous ceremonies, and sacrifices. Sacrifices. Dipper had hoped that they would be some type of offering like bread, or flowes, but then the book said that it had to be a little creature of any type. The kid's stomach churned as he read the ceremony instructions. First, a strange vine-esque was to be drawn on the surface on which the ritual performer was standing. The performer would have to sit cross-legged on the mark as the did the  symbol. The sacrifice was first prepared by having beads placed around its neck. The creature had to be cut open with a special knife for the ritual, with all of its internals intact. After sprinkling special dust on the entrails, the knife would have to be used to destroy the sacrifice’s insides until there was nothing left but a pool of blood, ritual dust, and chunks of meat. Gagging slightly from the instructional images that were in the book, Dipper almost vomited as he read the next part. The ritual performer then had to dip their head into the animal, or human, and drink half the blood. The worst part about all of this is that the sacrifice was alive the entire time. Disgusting! What would compel someone to even think about this? His question was soon answered as the next page revealed the reward for the act. There was a picture of a man breathing out a puff of flame, his eyes red with fire. Dipper finally ripped his eyes from the book. Could doing this really give someone the ability to breath flames? He hastily flipped to the next page. 'This is only the first test you must go through. After you complete each test, all of the powers of nature will be with you. You will become a master of matter, a sorcery of the skies, you will fly, swim, and dig effortless. Most of all, you will become a master of everything.' Dipper slammed the book shut, breathing hard as if he had just ran a mile. This was wrong, doing the ritual. Only a sick, twisted human being would even think about attempted it. But those powers... He could fly off a cliff and swan-dive into a forest, shoot lighting and eat fire, and even control nature itself. And the more he thought it, his human mind couldn't resist. He packed up everything into his backpack, and ran home. I don't care, he thought to himself. I don't care how sick and messed up it is. I need to see if it works. And if it does, he mused as he ran up to the attic, then I will become the master of nature. Dipper never acted this way, but the influence of power swayed him so. Power had that kind of effect on humans.