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| Luffy1045 | Sep 6 2011, 04:52 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: I've had an idea for a story for three years, preparing some of the characters, but I finally started to write/type the story. This is the tentative first chapter, I hope you will like it. ALSO, IF YOU WANT TO COMMENT, COMMENT HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 1: The Arrival South of Virginia, August 30th, 2010. On the road leading to the small town known as “Dawn Rivers”, a solitary car rode in the shining morning. Inside that car were two individuals: a young man, in his late twenties, driving the vehicle and another young man, around sixteen years old. The youngster, seemingly bored, put on white earphones and listened to “New Day”, by Kanye West and Jay-Z. They weren’t his favorite rap artists, but the track mysteriously so0thed him. Looking outside the window, the youth looked on as their destination was very close. Nonetheless, he felt the urge to ask. “Uncle Jack, are we there yet?” The driver sighed at the question. “Can’t you see the town, Michael?” The young man looked and for the first time of the trip felt relieved. After all, the route from Manhattan to Dawn Rivers was quite long. Making a few turns, they arrived in front of a large mansion. Getting the car inside the parking area, both guys came out the car and stretched their legs and arms. The youth than went to the trunk and took his stuff, while the uncle went to open the door. Indeed, the clean yet deserted mansion would be the place where they would be staying while they were in this small Virginia town. Michael Walker, the sixteen year old guy, seemed very impressed by the inside of the mansion. Though the room he had just entered was called a living room, this could easily be called a hall or something of the likes. Jack De Luca, the uncle, was not fazed at all, as if he was used to all of this. Michael started to explore the house in its entirety, starting by the first floor. There were at least five or six bedrooms, and each of them were different in every way, possibly to welcome as many different people as possible. The room Michael chose for himself was slightly big, had walls with a dark cream color and a bed made for two. However, there were two things in here that really interested him. The first one was the library that was in the bedroom, a large compartment filled solely with all kinds of books. There were classics, best-sellers, kid books and even mangas, something Michael had started to enjoy. The second thing was a portrait of a couple hung up on one of the walls. On it was a couple, consisting of a tall, black man with a light skin complexion and a white woman, with a more cream skin complexion. Both of them were dressed more modern than what he would expect. Before he could realize who these people were, Jack entered the room. A sense of nostalgia took over the uncle as he put his hand on Michael’s shoulder. “This was the room your father grew up in, and it ultimately became the room your parents slept in. In here is basically everything your father owned. I knew you’d like this one. Anyways, I’ll be out to do some business for your return to school and my job, so explore the house… However! Do not, in any circumstances, go in the basement. That is the only thing that your father and mother didn’t want you to see.” Michael simply nodded. Though it was intriguing to him why the basement was off-limits, he decided it would be best not to find out. He was used to getting into trouble; he wasn’t going to start in another state. After exploring the house (except the basement), Michael went in the kitchen to eat something. There wasn’t much inside the refrigerator, which really didn’t surprise him. His uncle had told him that after everyone of their generation left, nobody has lived in this house. Only a few town officials came and cleaned the house from time to time. As the young man took a bottle of water and drank it in one gulp, the doorbell rung. Opening the door, Michael’s heart skipped a beat. In front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Her long black hair matched perfectly with her deep, green emerald eyes. The young man was in awe, but picked himself up before his gaze would turn into a rude and awkward stare. The girl was about his age, had a simple navy blue t-shirt and black jeans, along with flat sneakers. Around her neck was a silver necklace, with a simple ring at its end. She seemed surprised to see Michael here, but got herself back as well. “Uhm… My dad told me that people would be staying here, but I wasn’t sure so I came to check it out myself… Anyways, hi! My name’s Lisa McCloud. Welcome to Dawn Rivers!” She held out her hand to greet him. He slowly put his hand in hers and shook it lightly. “Hi Lisa. My name’s Michael Walker. Uhm, if you’re looking for my uncle, he’s out in town to do some paperwork.” Realizing he was still holding her hand, he abruptly let go. This created a small awkward moment, before Michael re-started the conversation. “So… What do you guys do for fun around here?” It was a stupid question at first, but then he realized that he really did want to know the answer. New York and Dawn Rivers were completely different in terms of activity and number of people. “Well, we have the “River Grill” where all the guys our age hang out… We also have a game shop and a few other places to have fun. Are you coming to our school next week?” The way she abruptly changed the subject caught Michael off-guard. “Well… yeah, unless you have many high schools around. I mean, this is really a small place, not like Manhattan at all…” At that moment, their eyes met and for a few seconds, they simply stared at one another without anyone saying anything. Then, Lisa blushed and simply told him that she had to leave. Michael closed the door and stared at the ceiling. “Why, Michael? You acted like an idiot!!!” A few hours passed, during which Michael simply slept in his new bed. It was amazingly comfortable, but he had dozed off before he could actually realize that. It was his uncle who woke him up. “Come on, supper’s ready!” Michael was half asleep and thus did not fully understand what his uncle had just said, not until he looked at the clock. “Say what?! It’s already seven?! How long have I been sleeping?” The response he received was a loud laugh from Jack. Eating spaghetti, Michael told his uncle what had happened before he came home, without detailing the embarrassing moments. “McCloud, you say? That means she must be the daughter of Dawn Rivers’ mayor, Jonathan McCloud. He was an old friend of your father.” Michael wasn’t surprised by this. Dawn Rivers was the town both his mother and father grew up in; it wasn’t so farfetched that some of their childhood friends would stay here instead of going away. “Hey Uncle Jack… Why does this mansion still exist? I mean if I was dad, I’d probably sell it and make quite some money out of it!” His uncle finished chewing before he answered. “That’s because it’s a historical landmark. This mansion belonged to one of the founders of this town, Malcolm Walker, also your ancestor. My ancestor was also a co-founder of this town, Giotto De Luca. However, instead of having a mansion, he was more of the chief of the “police” back then. In any case, you could possibly sell it when you’re old enough, but you’ll probably end up pissing off a lot of people around here.” Michael grinned. Pissing off people was something he had mastered back in his high school in New York. He was strong enough to deal with bullies, but circumstances made it that he preferred teasing and insulting them. It never ended well for anyone, but at least he came out with a laugh or two. Michael decided to go for a night jog in the woods. He wasn’t used to seeing a forest, so he was eager to explore it. For some reason, as he ran through the woods, he felt more alive than before, as if nature itself was restoring him somehow. However, it also triggered something inside of him, something he had not felt for a long time. His temperature was rising and his vision was beginning to blur. Michael knew what was going on, but he thought he had everything under control. He fell on his knees and grabbed his head with both hands. Letting out screams of pain, they quickly changed into deep roars. If someone were to see him, his face would look like that of a demon: his iris was now white while the rest of his eyes were black. Very thin small lines appeared all over his face, his canine teeth began to slightly grow. As the teenager tried to gain control, he let out one last roar, which followed by a column of fire shooting out of his mouth. Afterwards, in a matter of seconds, everything went back to normal. Michael lay down on the floor, panting and sweating. While most teenagers dealt with puberty and such, he had to deal with these kinds of situations, but that was slightly understandable… Michael was not human. Edited by Luffy1045, Sep 6 2011, 05:01 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Sep 8 2011, 01:28 PM Post #2 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 2: The First Day Michael woke up with the worst feeling ever. Not only was his throat sore, but he felt like his rib cage, stomach and hands were on fire. This had only been the third day he was here, and he had lost control of his powers twice already. Luckily, he was able to stay low and not get spotted by anyone. Though Michael seemed relieved enough to not care anymore, Uncle Jack was in a whole other mood. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you WANT to get caught?” was what he said for the past three days. Michael knew he would get over it eventually, so he focused on more important issues. Tomorrow was his first day in school. He was never the new guy back in NY, so this was all new to him in every possible way. Michael was the type of guy who would’ve hated to be in the shoes of the new kids at his school back in New York, so he definitely was not happy to be the one having to present himself and tell the class his life story. In fact, he thought it would be best if he significantly lied about who he was, despite the principal and probably half the student body knowing a Walker, in the flesh, would be walking alongside them in the hallway. This also made him realize that Lisa girl had completely tricked him, intentionally or not. She had told him that school was next week, when really, it was only three-four days away. Thus, she had given him false hope. In any case, as his last day of freedom, after staying in his bed for hours following sunrise, Michael decided to go “sightseeing” around this oh so joyfully small town. With his uncle still mad at him for losing control, the young man decided to do whatever it took to keep his head together. Michael got out of his bed and went straight for the bathroom. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower; then, he headed straight for the mirror to see if his face was alright. In front of him was a young man with the same skin complexion as his president Barack Obama. However, his hair was much more like the deceased Michael Jackson, which the young teenage boy suspected was where he got his name from. His eyes, however, were not dark brown like most black or mixed people. They were dark red, which for some people was creepy while for others it was cool. Thinking back, he wondered whether or not the girl from the other day had noticed that. In any case, after putting his clothes on and following that Lisa’s advice, he went to the River Grill, half expecting her to be there and half hoping that somehow, someone interesting would show up. As he entered, he already knew he would be lukewarm with this place. First of all, there were not as many people as Michael wanted. He liked places with crowds; like this he would not have to worry about him standing out. However, here people looked at him as if he had a zit the size of a baseball right in the middle of his forehead. However, the ambiance was nice enough to make him forgot about the staring. Getting himself a table, he sat down as a waitress came towards him and asked if he was going to order anything. Thinking for a short few seconds, he went with the classic cheeseburger-fries-cola combo. As the waitress left, a teenage boy, about the same height and age as Michael, walked over to him and sat at his table. “Uhm,” said Michael with a slight tone of annoyance, “What do you want?” The teenage boy wasn’t the slightest bit offended by Michael’s remark, but was rather interested by Michael’s presence itself. “I’m telling you, there is something awesome about you. I don’t know what it is, but for a new guy, you already have this aura of greatness that will surely either attract popularity… or hatred.” Yup, that young dude was totally irritating Michael. In the meantime, the waitress brought the Walker’s plate to him. Slowly starting to eat, he then swallowed a few fries he just chewed before looking at the guy. -Look man, I’m trying to eat my lunch in peace without attracting any trouble or attention. -I’m not trying to get you in trouble; I’m just here to make sure you don’t end up with the wrong batch of people, that’s all. -Thanks, but I can handle myself all on my own. That’s when his uncle’s voice resonated in his head, telling him to get along with the teenagers that would eventually be his classmates. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the young man once more. “Sorry, I just had a rough trip and I still feel woozy from it, even after three days.” It was partially true, but he wasn’t feeling woozy because of the trip; it was because roaring all that fire out of his system was somehow exhausting, so he felt weak afterwards. The young man smiled. “Nah, it’s cool. The name’s Samuel Jenkins, son of the chief of police and future detective in the making. Oh, but you can call me Sam, it’s much more suited for myself. And you must be Michael Walker, the new student of our school as well as Jack De Luca’s nephew.” Though slightly irritated he knew already who they were and the connection between him and Uncle Jack, Michael was also impressed. Indeed, this Samuel had this detective thing in him. “Yeah… In any case Sam, how is school like here?” Sam looked at him for a few short seconds. “It’s the typical ‘everyone in their own cliques’. The real problem is the football team; they think they run the school because they won state championship last year. Now, almost everyone’s at their feet, and those that are against them get physically punished, and it’s done so slick not even the principal or the teachers can figure out whether or not the football players are responsible for the increase of injuries in the school.” For some reason, as Sam spoke to Michael, the latter thought of his best friend Meredith. She was just as energetic as him, but she was more on the sassy side. In any case, after listening to Detective Junior’s rant about the inequalities at school, Michael already knew he had an ally in Sam. Back in New York, the basketball players were huge pains in the butt as well, even when Michael joined the team. If the situation was the same here (albeit with a different sport), he would have to be careful about what he was doing. After finishing his food, the two young men talked some more, until Uncle Jack called him on his iPhone to get him to come home. Getting inside the mansion, he could already feel the lecture coming. It was either because he had left the house without telling him or because he had almost exposed his secret to the world. Or possibly both. In any case, Michael entered the living room where his uncle was. Though the lecture was only about him almost exposing his secret, it was long enough to really get on the young man’s nerves. “Uncle Jack, you’re mad at me for something I can’t control! It’s not like I told myself ‘Hey, I know what I’m gonna do today… Shoot FIYA!!’ It just happened as I strolled through the woods!!” Jack looked at his nephew with a concern look now, but then shrugged. He then got up and paced a little, seemingly thinking about what he was going to do. Michael saw that scene so many times that he knew that either something really cool was going to come out of his uncle’s mouth or something extremely embarrassing. “So Michael… We know that you get in that weird state when you…” -Yes, I know! When I get sexually excited! Gosh, Uncle Jack, are you really looking for round two of this morally disturbing conversation? -Yeah… Sorry. Except for that, when again do you lose control of your emotions and powers? -Well… Most of the time, it’s when I’m angry. The uncle thought for a few seconds before suggesting the young man to try to do whatever it took not to get in trouble. Promising this, Michael went to bed. ****** Waking up to the sound of Jackson Five’s “Blame It on the Boogie”, Michael took about five minutes tops to get ready. It wasn’t just he was a supernatural being that he could do this; the teenager was naturally talented at doing things fast and precisely, a trait that really did not go with his “I don’t give a damn” attitude. Grabbing an apple and taking some lunch money from Jack, the youth headed to his first day of high school, a day that would quickly turn into a disaster. Arriving to the quite impressive, yet sober building, Michael saw his new friend Sam up the entrance stairs. Catching up with him, they already started conversing about which martial art was the best. “Come on, Mike! Taekwondo is totally the prince of AYA!” Michael shrugged at this funny bowl of ignorance his friend had, but he was fine with it. After all, not everyone believed Kung Fu was the master of all that was “AYA”. In any case, since both of them had almost all the same classes, Sam took the time to explain where to go and what to do at what time. Michael was grateful for the young man’s help; without him, he probably would’ve arrived thirty minutes late in his English class. Right before lunch, Sam went to his locker to put his stuff. Michael decided to go alone to the cafeteria and choose their spot. He got in line, got his lunch and as he sat down, saw Sam coming his way… but he wasn’t alone. A few meters behind him were a group of big, tall guys, walking with style as they also entered the cafeteria. Even before Sam explained, Michael already knew that these guys were players of the football team. Why was every bad kid in all movies or in real life part of a basketball or football team, the youngster would never know. Anyways, as both freshmen tried to eat their lunches, the leader of the pack came closer to them. “Yo freshmen… Why are you sitting with Sam the loser? You should sit with us and have yourself a good time.” The way that guy was insulting Sam was very frustrating. The main target of the insult was slowly trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible. “Look, King Jock, I’m very cozy where I am, so go bother someone else who would actually care about your ‘good time’”. The answer was not the one the guy was looking for, but nonetheless he kept his cool and came closer to Sam. “Yo Sam… What’s up, man? I hope you didn’t forget our little agreement… Hand me your lunch money.” Michael was about to stand up when Sam looked at him with daring eyes. The detective in the making wanted to handle this one his own, but things didn’t look to bright as “King Jock” grabbed Sam by the collar. “Look Jonathan, I don’t have it now, but maybe later? You know, with these tough times, it’s hard to get all the money you n-” -So you’ve forgotten to bring it, huh? You know the consequences. -Come on man, I’ll just bring it to you tomorrow! -Nah, Sammy boy, it’s either you give it now or you get punished. Michael was getting angrier and angrier, until he just couldn’t take it anymore. Getting up, he separated Jonathan from Sam. The captain of the football team wasn’t pleased that freshman was interfering with his business, so he slowly advanced towards Michael. He was ready to beat him up, but he and the other guys had no idea that this youngster was about to mop the floor with them. The captain was confused that Michael wasn’t cowering away, so he punched him. The youth simply took it in the face, but immediately got his head right back up. The fist had done no damage whatsoever to Michael, who took it, like a man. As Jonathan went for a second punch, Michael decided to show him what he could do. His unusually fast reflexes and animalistic instincts made the young man lean as the fist went right in front of his eyes. All the while, Michael’s body temperature was rising as his anger did. The way Jonathan had mistreated Sam was making his irritation grow ever so rapidly. Fighting back, he punched Jonathan square in the stomach. He took it for an instant, but then he fell on his knees, looking for air. Some of his friends came to assist him, but they were nothing for the Walker. Dodging their lame attempts to hurt him, he grabbed one of them by the shirt and swung him like a baseball bat towards some others. Then, when another two of came charging, Michael was able to position himself between them and as their heads came right beneath his arms in an attempt to tackle him, the youngster simply took them by their collars and shoved them backwards, making them fly across the room. Whether people would understand this as a rush of adrenaline instead of superhuman powers was not really Michael’s concern at the moment. His body was moving on its own and acting on his angry emotions alone. However, even if Michael’s wish was to beat them all to a pulp, he tried to get himself back to normal, but when he did, it wasn’t because of his own force of will. Lisa McCloud, the girl who came to Michael’s house the day he arrived in Dawn Rivers, came next to him, grabbed his arms and looked right into his eyes, begging him to stop this nonsense. Her emerald eyes met with his dark red ones, and he slowly calmed down. It was like her one stare gave his anger a cold shower. When Michael regained his human composure this time, he looked around him. There were about seven to eight jocks lying on the floor, mad but physically hurt by what the Walker had done to them. King Jock was still lying on the floor, holding on to his stomach in pain. Taking deep breaths from the anger he was feeling, he looked at Lisa once more before realizing that he was mad to the point where he could’ve killed someone. Looking around him, every student was staring at him with strange Iooks, as if he was the only student that wanted to give these guys a pounding. "I’m… I’m sorry" was all Michael could say to the beautiful girl before he walked out of the cafeteria. Though the rest of the youngster’s day in school went smoothly, Uncle Jack was furious with Michael and the principal was quite disappointed. The fact that Michael was a honor roll student back in New York seemed to had led the principal to believe that this young man was someone that didn’t get in these kind of trouble. Michael knew full well he had messed up by letting his anger get the best of him, but he knew what he did was right. After all, he was standing up for his new friend. After debating for hours with his uncle on whether or not it was a good idea for Michael to move here and get into fights like this, Uncle Jack understood that it was only the Walker’s blood of loyalty that made Mike act this way. After a long and frustrating day, Michael was ready to go to bed. During his last day of freedom, he had discovered a very large window (actually, more like that hole Clark Kent had in his barn, in Smallville), which gave a magnificent view on the whole town. Letting it open, Michael went to brush his teeth. When he returned in his room and was about to get in his bed to sleep, a weird chill went down his spine. Someone was in the room. Slowly turning around, he faced a black young adult, a few years younger than Uncle Jack and with the usual hair cut male Black Americans had. Looking at him, a look of surprise came across Michael’s face. "Brady?!" |
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| Luffy1045 | Sep 11 2011, 12:30 AM Post #3 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 3: Walker Family “So let me get this straight… I get a whole week of detention, but he gets off with a warning?! What kind of shady school is this?!” Michael was extremely mad at the principal’s decision of punishment. Sure, he was the one who had beaten the football players, but he did so in self-defense and to protect his friend. Surely this did not deserve a week’s detention. The principal, who was named Charles Delannoy, shrugged at Michael’s comment. “Mr. Bass here is captain of the football team and as a means to further the team’s chances to win state championship this year, he must participate in all the practices, Mr. Walker.” He then looked at Michael with intense eyes, which normally would make any student hush and leave… but not this young man. “Listen, Principal Delonay…” -It’s Delannoy. -Whatever. Listen, if your star player is so great and leading a team of champions, missing two or three practices isn’t going to kill his performance… unless he really needs the extra hours. Michael had played the ultimate reverse psychology he had in his hand, hoping that if he had detention, King Jock would also have it. Principal Delannoy looked at both teenagers back and forth, and then sighed. “Alright, you both can go with warnings, but it’s the last time I catch you boys fighting.” With this, both of them were dismissed. Michael and Jonathan looked at each other before going their separate ways. The whole morning, it seemed Mr. Bass had tried to avoid the freshman who kicked his butt. As Michael came out the principal’s office, Sam was there waiting for his friend to tell him what had happened. “Well?” Michael looked at his friend with a snarky smile of victory. “Your plan worked. I Jedi mind tricked the principal into giving both of us a warning. I won’t get into trouble.” Sam seemed satisfied by Michael’s answer. They both walked down the hallway and back into class. It was history and Michael had forgotten he dreaded today’s class. Their teacher, Mr. Alexander Goodwill, had told every student during the first day that they would be studying the history of this town this year as well as World War I and World War II. Though he would love to know what happened during the two greatest wars of the history of mankind, Michael was not too sure about the Dawn Rivers history. It would mean that they would be talking about the founding families, the Jenkins, the McCloud, the De Luca, the Johnson and the Walker, and inadvertently put some attention on him, which he refused to have. As the class started, Michael and Sam one in front of the other, and the young man noticed Lisa coming inside class, holding Jonathan Bass’ hand. He then understood why she tried to stop the beating he was giving the football players: the two of them were dating. Unexpectedly, Michael began having a knot tying itself around his heart, literally, and was a little surprised by it. He had heard of this feeling, “jealousy”, but had never felt it until today. In any case, Mr. Goodwill started his class. “Alright everyone. As you all know, my name is Alexander Goodwill and I will be your history teacher for this year. We will be studying the fascinating history of this town, including the decisions made to create it, and it is to our great pleasure that we now have four of five descendants of the founders of this town in our class. Samuel Jenkins, Lisa McCloud, Arianna Johnson… and Michael Walker. Really, it has been quite some time since a Walker has been in our presence. In any case, do you know the name of each of these founders? Arianna?” Michael turned around to see this Arianna Johnson, who was a quite pretty redhead girl. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sam practically drooling as he looked at her. She cleared her throat. -The founders of Dawn Rivers are Christopher Jenkins, George Seth McCloud, Steven Johnson, Giotto De Luca and Malcolm Walker. -Yes! Very nice, Arianna. Class, these five men were the ones who decided to put their hands at work and create a town out here. It would be peaceful, not too big or too small and they would have something great to give their descendants. Who was the mayor of this town back then? Sam? -Hum… Giotto De Luca? -No, Sam. Michael? Who was the mayor of this town and what was De Luca’s role in Dawn Rivers? Everyone was looking at Michael with this stare of disdain that said ‘ha, he knows nothing, of course he’ll fail the question’. He was going to show them that he knew more than what they did and that he was more than just any guy. The young man cleared his throat and got ready to answer. “The mayor of this town was Malcolm Walker, my ancestor, and Giotto De Luca was the chief of police, and he also happens to be my ancestor as well.” The class had looked at their teacher when Michael started answering, but suddenly, all of them looked at him, as if he had said something impossible. This made him realize maybe he shouldn’t have bragged that two of Dawn Rivers’ founders were his ancestor. The teacher cleared his throat. -Yes! Malcolm was chosen by the other founders and by the townspeople to become their mayor. From there, he gave every other founder a job that would come to change with time. Giotto De Luca would become this town’s sheriff, Christopher Jenkins was the town doctor, Steven Johnson was the historian and librarian of Dawn Rivers and George Seth McCloud was the town architect. Over time, however, the families changed roles, and now the Jenkins became the detectives and sheriffs of Dawn Rivers, while the De Luca’s became the doctors, scientists and surgeons of this town. But before we continue… Michael, Malcolm Walker AND Giotto De Luca are your ancestors? -Well… yeah. Malcolm Walker is my ancestor from my father’s side and Giotto De Luca is my ancestor from my mother’s side. I mean, you all know I moved in with my uncle whose last name is De Luca… How could you guys not see a connection? The whole class stared at him again, as if he said something that just couldn’t make sense. Michael was a little intrigued by this surprise his classmates had, but shrugged it off when the teacher continued the course. Michael learned a lot of things about his ancestors, but nothing that could relate to his powers. Of course, it’s not like his teacher could ever tell him anything about shooting fire and bending metal with little to no effort. After class, Mr. Goodwill convoked the four founding people to discuss some manners with us before they left for their next class. Michael, Sam, Lisa and Arianna stayed to listen to what he had to say. “Now… You four are descendants of great people. I mean, even the President knows about the five founders of Dawn Rivers. As such, I know that you are teenagers, but you also represent the pride of our town, so you all must behave and act as such. You guys have the blood of leaders coursing through your veins, so act like it, OK?” Sam, Lisa and Arianna nodded, but Michael wasn’t all into this plan of Goodwill’s. He advanced towards the history teacher. -Listen, Mr. Goodwill. I didn’t grow up in this town, and I’m probably leaving it when I graduate high school, so I don’t feel obligated to follow this little code of yours. So what if my ancestors are Malcolm Walker and Giotto De Luca? I’m not going to watch my every step for their sake and other people when I have me and my uncle to look out for. Michael then took his stuff and walked out. The other three simply waved goodbye to their teacher and followed the young man. Sam caught up to him. “Dude, we’re you saying the truth about that dual heritage?” Michael looked at Sam with annoyance. He did not understand why everyone was so surprised if he had Walker and De Luca blood in him, but then he realized something. Maybe they knew something about these two families that he didn’t. It was the only way to explain this whole bizarre situation. “I wasn’t lying, Sam,” Michael stated matter-of-fact, “but why is it such a big deal? Did… the Walkers and De Lucas have some sort of falling out?” -Well, it’s a story that my dad told me. When the Great Five founded Dawn Rivers, Malcolm and Giotto were best of friends, even brothers. However, both of them seemed to have been the favorites to become the first mayor of the town. So, still according to the story, Malcolm Walker sabotaged the votes so he could become the mayor, because he believed that Giotto was not the kind to be able to take this kind of pressure. No one ever knew about this, until somehow, Giotto found out much later and got mad at Malcolm. Ever since then, the two families have never been able to settle the dispute, so the McClouds became the family that would be mayor… Though technically, anyone can. -Are you saying that my parents were some sort of… modern Romeo and Juliet and defied their families to have me? -Well, unless the Walkers and De Lucas made up in the past, which we have no record of, that’s the only possible answer. ****** When school finished, Michael and Sam walked outside of class to see a man next to a black Chevrolet Impala 1979. The young man immediately recognized him. “Brady… That’s your car?! Not bad at all!” Michael put his bag in the back and jumped in the passenger seat. The man named Brady chuckled before handing the keys to Michael. “It’s not my ride… It’s yours.” Both his and Sam’s jaw dropped. This car was now the property of Michael Walker, and the owner was very, very surprised by this. Sam looked at Brady and Michael and finally figured it out. “He’s either your brother or your cousin.” -Hahaha, none of these answers. Sam, this is my uncle, Brady Walker. Brady, this is my friend, Samuel Jenkins. -You’re uncle?! Man, he looks like he could be your older brother! Anyways, you can just call me Sam, it’s much better than “Samuel”. I feel old with that name. The three guys laughed before Michael started the car. Sam decided he was going to walk home and waved the two Walkers goodbye as they drove home. Arriving at the Walker mansion and walking in, Michael and Brady headed for the kitchen where Uncle Jack was. As he entered, Jack started talking without even looking. “Michael, what about you and I go out right now to go pick you a car and eat at the River Grill?” Brady cleared his throat and announced that the car had already been purchased. Jack turned around and a smile appeared on his face. Both men gave each other a warm hand shake and brotherly hug. “Well, I’ll be damned. Brady! How are you? Michael, let’s forget about the River Grill, we’re ordering pizza!” As he did so, Michael came to a realization. The relations between the Walkers and the De Lucas might have been tensed in the past, but seeing the brother of each of his parents get along, there was a strong probability that peace had been made a long time ago between them. However, he still kept that story Sam told him in the back of his head. Anyways, the doorbell rang and Michael went to get it. The delivery guy was here with three pepperoni cheese pizzas. The young man paid it with the money Jack gave him and subsequently brought the feast. After eating the pizzas like crazy hungry cavemen, Brady and Jack started talking about old times while Michael went to do some homework. The young man couldn’t concentrate on the assignments given to him, all because of this De Luca-Walker rivalry. He went back downstairs to try and sort things out. Arriving in front of both uncles, he cleared his throat. “Hum… Uncle Jack, Brady… Today, I learned that both your families… Well, both sides of my family were rivals for a long time because of something Malcolm Walker did… Is that true?” Both Jack and Brady looked at each other, not because they were confused, but because they knew exactly what the true answer was. For a few seconds, none of them gave any kind of answer, but then Brady got up and put his hands on Michael’s shoulders. -What they said that happened at your school was true. However, it wasn’t for the reasons people think it was. You see, Malcolm Walker was- -Silence! Jack’s voice thundered through the house as he said that. When Michael looked at his uncle, he could see the fierce disapproval in his eyes. Brady was about to open his mouth again, but seeing how Jack had so promptly stopped his speech, he decided against continuing the conversation. Michael was very confused, but Jack looked at him with a look that he was familiar with, the one that said ‘it’s not the time for you to know this stuff’. It was the same look he gave him when Michael had found a magazine of half naked models when he was eleven. The young man decided to go back to his room and finish his homework. After two or three hours, around eleven P.M., he went to bed. After making sure his nephew was asleep, Brady went back to talk to Jack. The newly arrived uncle did not understand why he had been so rudely interrupted and why he could not tell his nephew the real story about what happened back in the days of Dawn Rivers’ foundation. As he came next to Jack, Michael’s surrogate father got up and sighed, and that’s when it hit the older Walker. Brady didn’t even need to hear anything out of his brother-in-law to understand what was going on and finally comprehended the situation. “Jack,” he said with genuine concern, “You haven’t told Michael anything, have you?” Jack simply shook his head and Brady sighed. He understood perfectly. By telling him this story, he would have opened a world that Michael could never go back from. ****** “Are you sure of what you’re saying, Victor?” A man in his early forties, handsome, brown hair, tall and sturdy, was standing in the outskirts of Dawn Rivers, near the forest Michael had shot fire out of his mouth the first day he had arrived. With a British accent, he was speaking to what seemed to be a parrot, big and colorful in its entire splendor. It flew a little towards the forest and after a few minutes came back to its master. “I’m sure, Master Castor. Around these woods, I saw a boy, exhaling fire out of his mouth.” Castor chuckled a little when his parrot Victor told him this. Advancing in the forest, he looked at Dawn Rivers with a dark look on his face. “At last, after so many years, a Chosen of Ignis appears… At last, we have found the Fire Dragon.” |
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| Luffy1045 | Oct 12 2011, 05:27 PM Post #4 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 4: Castor Siladon It had now been a month since Michael and Jack had come to Dawn Rivers. Though Michael got into a rough start, he quickly got adjusted to the town and had to admit that he kind of liked it here. New York, even if there were more things to do, was less peaceful and had less nature than here. In fact, somehow Michael started feeling more at peace when he was in the forest or near the lake. A lot of things had made the month a lot better than the first two days of school. First, Lisa had broken up with Jonathan Bass. For some reason, he felt joy at this situation and unconsciously made his own move. He started hanging out with her, and found that it was fun being around Lisa. Second, Michael started to gain more control over his powers. Every night, he would run through the forest and do a few fire tricks with his hands. He was even able to recreate that fire breathing thingamajig he did in the forest, but this time with more focus. Third, Uncle Brady was staying in town for a while, so he was going to have a lot fun with him around. In any case, today at school, after their algebra class, Michael and Sam went out of the classroom and began re-discussing the whole Walker-De Luca situation. The young man had told his friend what had happened at his house when Brady tried to tell him more about the story of Malcolm Walker and Giotto De Luca. Sam theorized that Malcolm Walker might’ve had a more noble reason to trick the votes than simply wanting to be mayor. Michael agreed with this, but it wasn’t enough. If the answer was that simple, why did Uncle Jack try to stop Uncle Brady from saying anything? Michael was still very much intrigued by all this. As the Malcolm-Giotto rivalry topic was still fresh on his mind, Michael thought of something totally unimportant. “The other time… When the history teacher asked you who was the mayor of this town back when it was founded… You knew full well it was Malcolm Walker. Why did you answer otherwise? ” Sam looked at Michael for a moment, then sighed. Taking a deep breath, he explained: “I’m not particularly drawn to the whole being the bookworm in school, so I pretend to not know anything. Saves me a lot of grief from bullies who don’t do their homework and smart kids who are threatened by my grades…” At first, the young man found that odd about Sam, but when he thought about his first day of school, it was a good thing. He was already being bullied by the captain of the football team… No need to add more trouble to that. Seeing Lisa from afar, he left his friend (while saying “later”) and joined her. Ever since she had broken up with Jonathan Bass, the two teenagers had been spending some time together. The super powered teen wasn’t all lovey-dovey with her, but he appreciated her company more than he would’ve imagined. Right now, Lisa was potentially a good catch, but he wanted to know her more before doing anything stupid. Besides, it wasn’t like Michael was looking for a relationship; he had his own personal problems to deal with. As Michael and Lisa walked in the hallway, an adult with a megaphone ran to the middle of the hallway. With his device, he spoke through it and announced to the whole school that Sunday afternoon was the annual bonfire. This year, it would be held in the forest, near the lake. Michael, intrigued, faced Lisa. “What exactly is this bonfire?” -Oh, it’s a simple ritual. We take a lot of wood, write a wish on a paper and put it inside the large pile of wood. Then, when we set the pile on fire, the wishes are supposed to burn into the smoke and fly up into the sky, where they would reach whoever’s up there and hear our pleas. You’ll be there, right? -Yea, sure, why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do. Lisa seemed satisfied enough by that answer as the two, joined by Sam and Arianna (who appeared out of nowhere), entered their chemistry class. ****** “Are you guys coming to the bonfire?” Jack and Brady, who were unexpectedly playing “Naruto Ultimate Ninja Storm 2” on Michael’s PS3, paused the game and looked at Michael. It seemed that Michael’s question startled them both; their nephew was not the kind of guy to do such a thing, ready to go to a crowded event. Jack broke the small awkward silence. “Of course we’re going, but why are you?” Michael seemed half-offended by that question, but Brady quickly talked as well, telling him that it wasn’t usually his type of activity. The youngster simply stated that he wasn’t doing anything serious, so he was going. Jack and Brady looked at one another and grinned. Brady went next to his nephew. “Who’s the girl?” -What’s her name, Michael? -Yeah, do we know her? -Wait… Is it Jonas McCloud’s daughter, Lisa? Michael slightly blushed, and the two older guys started laughing. This prompted him to simply go up to his room. As he went on his bed and looked at the ceiling, he extended his arm and hand, setting the latter on fire with his powers. Watching the fire seethe on his hand without actually hurting it, Michael was wondering where they originated from and what exactly he was. As a child, he was always excited about his fire abilities, thinking he was some kind of X-Men or Superman; but as he grew older, he started to feel the effects of having such power. He was much crankier than before, and whenever he got angry, it was amplified into rage and it took a great amount of effort to calm down. But now, he felt that somehow, someday, he would find out what he was and what these powers were all about, which gave him a sense of peace. Michael decided to still do his night routine and jogged through the forest. He ran and ran and ran, getting faster and faster and faster. He realized that he could move much faster than most humans, possibly much faster than Usain Bolt, and as he did, he did not feel the need to rest nor did he feel fatigue at all. As the youngster ran, he saw the pile of wood that would be used for the bonfire. He approached it and looked at it. It was quite impressive, especially how it was stacked in an Amerindian hut. As he observed it, he noticed a figure not too far from the pile, a man to be more precise. However, as he tried to approach him and blinked, the man had disappeared. He looked around and saw no one. Michael was a little captivated by the scene he barely witnessed, but decided to keep it to himself until later on. ****** The night of the bonfire had finally arrived. Michael had just finished taking a shower and put some clothes on. He was quite sober in the stuff he wore, especially since he was from New York, city of the American Dream. Going downstairs, it seemed his uncles were still playing Naruto on the PS3, so he simply left without saying anything, knowing they would be there. Walking through the town, he noticed that many other people from school and their parents were coming as well. Even Jonathan Bass and his folks were coming to the event, which made him realize that indeed, he was also human. Michael was felt a little left out, seeing as his parents were not around for him. He wondered what exactly happened to him, but neither did Uncle Jack or Uncle Brady wanted to tell him anything. In any case, after a few minutes of walking, Michael arrived near the lake, where the event was taking place. As he arrived, he thought about the man he briefly saw disappear into thin air. Was it just a figment of his wild imagination? Anyways, people gathered around it, throwing pieces of paper inside. What was the wish that Michael wanted granted? Asking for a pen and paper from a random person, he wrote down his deepest desire: the knowledge of whom or what he was. He then tossed the piece of paper into pile, waiting for the actual fire to start. As it started, a hand appeared on his shoulder. While he was a little on his toes, it turned to be Lisa, who seemed happy to see him. “So Michael,” said Lisa with a tone of curiosity, “What did you put in your paper? What was your wish?” Michael looked at her. Though she seemed to be a very trustworthy and amazing girl, the teenager wasn’t yet ready to tell anyone about his secret. The only people who knew (and were still alive) were his uncles Jack and Brady, as well as his childhood friend Meredith. He didn’t intend to tell anyone else yet. “I just wished that this school year be a good one. What about you?” The question seemed to slightly embarrass Lisa, so Michael sighed and told her it was alright if she couldn’t say so. He understood that some things were personal. After at least fifteen minutes, someone came with a torch in his hand. It was the same man who had announced the event, and he put the torch at the base of the pile of wood, effectively setting it on fire. Watching the flames dance in front of him made Michael feel at ease. Suddenly, Michael heard a scream coming deep in the forest. Looking around, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one who heard it. A few grown men gathered and went to the direction of the screams. Michael followed them, telling Lisa that he’ll be back. As he trailed the men, he could smell, from far away, the scent of blood. Since no one saw him or was watching him, he sprinted at super speed towards the location of the shriek. Taking a longer route to still avoid being seen (albeit all they would see was a blur), Michael arrived at the spot. The blood odor was very close and Michael looked all around, but did not see any woman in sight. After a few moments of looking around, he heard a loud thud behind him. Turning around quickly, he saw him again… It was the man he caught a glimpse at. He was tall, had brown hair and was about the age of his history teacher. Sporting a brown leather jacket as well as black pants and a black T-shirt, the man had an eagle on his left shoulder and with his left arm, was holding a girl that Michael recognized. It was Arianna, his classmate and the descendant of one of this town’s founders, unconscious in the arms of a stranger. He didn’t say or do anything, but something about the man made Michael extremely cautious. All of his supernatural senses were tingling, and his own heartbeat was slowly increasing. The man raised his right hand, telling the teenager to calm down. “Calm down, son,” said the mysterious man with his British accent, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. I actually saved her from a nasty wolf.” The man threw Arianna effortlessly, and Michael caught her with the same ease. The smell of blood he had picked up was neither from the man nor from Arianna. In fact, the scent was moderately going deeper in the forest, so Michael figured that the mystery gentleman was saying the truth. However, he did not trust this guy one bit. Before the teenager could say anything, the man disappeared right before his eyes. Astonished, he looked around to see that he was now behind him. He was surprised that anyone could move that fast, as fast as he did. “Who are you?” The man smiled softly at the question. “The name is Castor Siladon. Don’t worry, we will meet again, son of Ignis.” And, just like the last two times, he disappeared, nowhere to be seen. Michael was now very confused by the situation, but first things first. He had to bring Arianna back to the men searching for the origin of the scream. Seeing the men from afar, he approached them with caution, not wanting to let Arianna go. She was still unconscious as he handed her to her father. When they asked what had happened, Michael explained to them that a wolf had appeared in the forest and that it was trying to attack Arianna. Luckily, he had arrived and scared the animal away. “I don’t know if you have hunters or such around here, but you should really try and take down that wolf. I saw blood trickling on its side, so it must be wounded.” At his surprise, the men nodded to what he was saying and scattered, all of them doing one of the tasks the teenager had suggested. He was quite taken aback by these actions; did that mean that the people from this town were opening up to him? After everyone talked at the bonfire and the men made sure that everyone who was here earlier was still with them and safe, everyone went back home. Michael avoided Lisa for the simple reason that he did not want to explain things to her. He would just end up lying to her face and that was something he did not want to do. Arriving home, he saw that his uncles were there, still playing their games on the PS3. Not wanting to bother them, he simply went upstairs in his room. Michael did not know exactly who that man was, but he was certain of one thing: Castor Siladon possessed supernatural abilities like him. Edited by Luffy1045, Oct 12 2011, 06:57 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Nov 18 2011, 06:19 PM Post #5 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 5: Meeting of Fate The weekend was almost there and Michael couldn’t be any happier. After the bizarre events of last Sunday, he was hoping this weekend would be more fun and stress free. The teenager’s week went surprisingly well. He was acing his classes, as usual, he was having fun with his new friends Sam, Lisa and Arianna, and the latter was feeling much better… Everything seemed to be falling in place, and yet, Michael couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen really soon. The fact remained that ever since he had gotten here, his control over his powers has been lost twice already, something that only happened three times in the first 15 years of his life. And now the appearance of this mysterious Castor Siladon… The speed at which Castor moved made two things clear for Michael. First, it was now fact that he wasn’t the only one of his kind. Michael, the teenager who ran so swiftly that the world was a blur around him, couldn’t follow this man’s movement. Second, he was being observed by Castor. Traveling at this velocity with ease and with no build up meant it would make it very difficult for him to notice him. However, Michael was also very intrigued by this man. What was this man doing here? Could he control fire like he did? What was the extent of his powers? Such were the questions that came to his mind. While the encounter with Castor Siladon had been the slight downside of the Sunday Bonfire incident (as they called it), the positive aspect quickly came around. Michael had saved the life of a descendant of the town's founders. This alone had gained him, huge amounts of respect from the townspeople. Men would walk up to him and shake his hand and women would either wave at him or give him a smile. Though he physically showed no interest to the whole social upgrade, he actually appreciated this recognition, even if it was half the truth. Not only that, it helped the students forget Michael’s horrible first day. However, this newfound popularity prompted many kids to ask him to throw a party at his house. The fact that not many of these teens had ever set foot near the Walker Mansion was the driving point of their requests. The only obstacle they had was Michael, who refused categorically to let any party people inside the house his ancestor had left in this world. The reason? He didn’t condone these “amazing acts of idiocy and stupidity, all performed by at least fifty-seven drunk or high teenagers”. Only people he trusted would enter this place to have some fun That’s why, when his uncles decided to go out of town for the weekend, Michael only invited Sam, who subsequently invited Arianna and Lisa. This little get-together was making the young man slightly nervous. The only girl who ever entered a house of his (aka his uncle’s) was Meredith, and she was his best friend. In any case, after a day, he had everything planned, thanks to Sam’s help, with this, all that was left to do was to actually get everything. ****** Friday finally came and it was time for the Dynamic Duo to finalize the preparations for the (very) small get-together. Passing though a few stores, they finally got the sodas, chips, candies and popcorn. Michael headed home to make his house actually presentable, while Sam went to go rent the movies. Right on cue (8 pm), the doorbell rang and Michael opened the door; Lisa and Arianna had arrived. For some reason, the teenager felt slightly giddy when he saw Lisa again, but did his best to greet her as normally possible. With everyone present, Sam cracked a few jokes, Michael popped some popcorn and everyone sat down on the rather long sofa to watch the rented films. Everyone was enjoying themselves, except for Michael, something Lisa noticed (but decided not to say anything). Excusing himself, he went upstairs to his room to think about it. For some time, he had compared himself to comic book superheroes and the origins of their super powers. To the best of his knowledge, he wasn’t an alien, he hadn’t been exposed to radioactive materials and he certainly had not been bitten by a genetically modified animal/bug/arachnid (no comment). To Michael, the only possible explanations were that he was some sort of mutant born this way or was genetically modified this way by someone else. Suddenly, in the darkness of his room, Michael felt a presence. “Show yourself, punk!” Lighting his hand on fire, he waved around, trying to light up a path and expose the intruder, all the while moving towards the light switch. When he finally reached it and flicked it, the lights revealed the reason of all his worry: Castor Siladon. “We meet again, Child of Ignis…” -What are you doing here? -Why, I’ve come to see you and simply talk. You can put your fire out now. He set his fire off, but still gave Castor an intense look. Even if the man wasn’t exactly a threat, the young man wasn’t comfortable around him. The man seemed to have noticed this, because he went straight to the heart of the subject. The reason I came here is to warn you. You were lucky when you did your little magic show in the woods, but you won’t be that fortunate in the future. Your powers… It is utterly important that you keep them a secret from those friends of yours downstairs. If information of your pyrokinetic abilities were to leak out and land in the wrong ears, we both will get in trouble. In order for that not to happen, you need to control your powers and emotions. I will teach you the basics of controlling your flames. Michael looked at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Surprise because he didn’t expect this man to teach him how to control his powers. If he could, things would go so much smoother in his life. However, he was confused. Which person would come after two guys who could move tremendously fast, were much stronger than the strongest human alive and could chuck out fire like there was no tomorrow? Then it him. “I’m guessing… There are a lot more people like us in the world, right?” -In a way… Yes. -“In a way”? What do you mean? -You are too impatient, Child of Ignis. -You know, my name is Michael… This “Child of Ignis” thing he called him was not only mysterious, but also annoying. His father was not named “Ignis”, but Eugene. In any case, he looked at Castor quizzically. The man seemed genuine in his approach, so if Michael agreed to train with him, maybe in the long run, he would finally found out his origins. Castor held out his hand and Michael shook it. “Meet me near the lake where the bonfire was in five minutes.” Afterwards, Castor vanished right before his eyes. First thing that came to Michael’s mind? “I have to learn how to do that…” The young man changed himself for a more suitable wear, since it was now November and the weather was getting colder. Putting on a leather jacket and warm navy blue jeans, Michael went downstairs to see that Sam and Arianna were sleeping on different couches and that Lisa was the only one that was watching a movie. He then realized that he must’ve been upstairs for quite some time, thinking about his origins and speaking to Castor. The young man went next to her and apologized for not participating as much as he should and she told him that there were no worries. After telling her that he would be out for a bit and to “make yourself at home, without breaking anything”, Michael left the house and super-sped towards the lake. ****** After only a few minutes (even less), Michael arrived at the rendezvous point. Looking around, he didn’t see Castor, until the man tackled him. However, even if he was taken by surprise, Michael stood his ground, only mildly being pushed. Castor smiled. “Good, you know how to control some of your strength. I guess this meeting is already over. The next time we meet, we will start the real training on how to control your powers and your emotions, because in your case, they are very much related. Until we meet again, Child of Ignis…” With this, the man vanished once again, leaving Michael half-worried yet half-excited. Edited by Luffy1045, Nov 18 2011, 10:07 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Nov 18 2011, 06:20 PM Post #6 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 6: The Ring Another month of school passed without any incident, but also without any sign of Castor. Michael began to wonder if he was actually going to show up. After two weeks passed, he decided to expect the unexpected, and to continue living his life until the man grew some balls and came train him. Oh and by the way, his school life was now stable, with the jocks completely avoiding him and Sam. Also, his grades were on track, which surprised his teachers and peers (don’t need to be nerdy to score some of those sweet A’s) and he had no fire-breathing episodes. In any case, today, December 5 2010, was a special day. Indeed, here at Dawn Rivers High was the day of the “Ultimate Jungle Track” day. Basically, in PE, the students had to go through an obstacle course of doom as fast as they could. They had to do fifty jumping jacks, fifty jump ropes, suicides for all the lines in the gym’s width, thirty pushups, thirty sit-ups, four complete laps of the gym, a bunch of stuff Michael didn’t listen to out of sheer stupidity and boredom, and finally climbing all the way to the top to ring the bell. Sam told Michael that this obstacle course was done every year for the freshmen and the seniors. He also added that while the goal was to finish it as quickly as possible, in reality it was actually a competition to see who would actually be able to complete it. The fact was, only two people ever finished the course: Larkin Falzo, Senior of the 1986 promotion, and Ella De Luca, Michael’s mother. The fact was, his mother had accomplished it twice; once when she was a freshman, in 1989, and once when she was senior, in 1992. Both these people were legends, and Michael wanted to be able to do this. With his powers, it should be a breeze… or at least that’s what he thought. As the students stretched, getting ready to do this, they could all see that the course had been set up and was clean. By the time this was over, vomit and blood would be splattered all over these bad boys, but that didn’t seem to discourage anyone, surprisingly. Michael noticed that the PE teacher wasn’t here yet, which was odd, since he was always the first one to be in the gym, along with Sam. A surprise was coming for the teen when the door opened and the director of the school, as well as a familiar man, came in the gym and walked up to the students. The director presented the substitute teacher for the day, Mr. Castor Siladon, who would watch over the “Ultimate Jungle Track”. Michael’s eyes widen in disbelief. The guy had been MIA for the past month, and it was as a substitute physical education teacher that he would make his great comeback. “Talk about lame…”, thought the youth as Castor saluted his classmates. As everyone got mentally and physically ready to start this obstacle course of doom, Castor took Michael to the side and gave him a ring. “So you don’t show up for a month, not honoring your promise, and you think a stupid ring is going to make up for it?” Michael was a little angry at this display of totally mediocrity, but was shocked when he saw Castor’s face. His expression said that he wasn’t playing around. The man told him to put the ring on any of his fingers, so naturally Michael put it on his right middle finger. As he went back to get in position, Sam noticed the ring. “What, the new teacher asked you out on a date?”, Sam said jokingly. Michael looked at him and frowned. “No, he saw it drop from my bag so he gave it back to me. I think it’s too tacky for my taste, but let’s see if it’ll give me luck”. Sam shrugged and went back on focusing on winning. Michael had totally lied, but at this point, he knew it was better like this. In any case, Castor gave the signal, and the obstacle course began. Obviously, Michael was in the lead, effortlessly doing the jumping jacks, jump ropes and suicides. Following behind him were the captain of the track team, Noel Aramis, and the marathon champion of Dawn Rivers’ middle school, Alastor Piscala. Afterwards came Sam and the rest of the troops. However, as Michael finished the thirty pushups and thirty sit-ups, and went for the four laps around the gym, he started to feel his heart pounding very hard against his chest, his body gasping for air. The boy continued, but was forcing himself at this point. He didn’t understand. How could he, the guy who could breath fire, punch a hole through concrete and run as fast as a leopard for a long period of time without breaking a sweat, be unable to do these little tasks? As time passed, it became glaringly apparent to him that he wouldn’t be able to finish this obstacle course the way he wanted to. In fact, Noel Aramis and Alastor Piscala were ahead of him, though they were also struggling. However, Michael refused to give up just yet. His mother, who was a normal person, was able to accomplish this twice, once as a freshman, like himself, and once as a senior. If he didn’t do it, then he would be giving his mother a bad reputation. Struggling, panting, sweating as if he was under a waterfall, Michael was still in the race, right behind his two most fierce competitors. At this point, only five people were in the race: Michael, Noel, Alastor, Sam and (surprisingly) Lisa. Nonetheless, when it came time to do chin ups, Sam, Lisa and Alastor were unable to even accomplish one of them. It came down to Michael and Noel, who were slowly but surely doing their chin-ups. As they did so, they all looked at the rope and the bell. Only the rope was separating them from entering the school’s hall of fame. Nevertheless, as they finished their chin-ups and raced to the ropes, they collapsed. None of them had given time to actually see the limit that their bodies could go to, and went on with only the power of their will. However, it was not enough to get them where they wanted, and both Michael and Noel fell. They were taking deep breaths, as if their lives depended on it. While Noel seemed satisfied with what he was able to accomplish, Michael was furious. How the hell was he unable to finish this with ease? He couldn’t understand it, so he spent the rest of the day frustrated by his failure. This year, no freshman had been able to succeed in the “Ultimate Jungle Track”. Michael sighed as he went out the school and walked home alone. Sam and Lisa understood his anger, so they left him be. As the teenager walked home, Castor appeared next to him, thanks to his amazing speed and stealth. The young man’s anger took the best of him and, with his hand blazing hot flames, tried to punch Castor. However, the older one of the pair was quicker, intercepting the punch halfway into its course. As the hand held the fist firmly, Michael frowned. “His hand is so cold…” he thought, before his mentor-to-be let go of his fist. Calming down, he looked at him. “I… I was supposed to do this easily! I don’t understand what happened!” -I was rather impressed you were able to go this far, with your nature being suppressed. -What? What do you mean? -I mean, your powers, your fire, strength, agility, reflexes, they were all decreased to a more human level. Michael stopped walking for a few seconds and tried understand the words that just came out of Castor’s mouth. His powers had been dulled down? How was that remotely possible? Weren’t these characteristics part of who he was? He looked at the man, asking him through his eyes for some explanation. Instead of doing some grand speech on how it was his own incompetence or on how he should be more careful, Castor simply pointed the ring he was wearing since a little before the competition. Michael was confused. What did this ring have to do with anything? Castor sighed and decided to explain. This ring is made of a special type of ore I am not in liberty to name in your presence. All I can say is that this particular type of mineral makes people like us weaker, like Superman and his kryptonite. However, unlike the superhero, we don’t have some kind of allergic reaction or fall on the ground in pain. No, our powers are dulled down and unlike Clark Kent and his powers, we can’t live without them. The more time we wear these rings, the more we expose ourselves to death. Destroying our abilities is like destroying part of us, and it will kill us. However, I needed to see how strong you were without them. How you would fair off if you were human, and I must say, I am impressed. Thus, tomorrow at 5 a.m. sharp, we will start your real training. Before Michael could say anything, get mad, hit something or scold the man for his stupid success at ruining the youth’s chance at the hall of fame, the man disappeared, just as usual. Michael sighed and decided to let it go. After all, if he lost because his powers were being negated, he was actually proud he almost succeeded without them. Edited by Luffy1045, Nov 22 2011, 01:11 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Nov 22 2011, 02:10 PM Post #7 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 7: Flaming Frost “I hope he doesn’t come late…” Michael was now alone, in front of the lake, waiting for his instructor to come on time. Wearing his black leather jacket, a plain white T-Shirt, navy blue jeans and white and black sneakers, he looked at his watch. It was now 4:55 a.m., and the rendezvous was at 5 a.m. At this point, either Castor wouldn’t come at all, or he would do so in his usual, stealthy way. So it came to his surprise when, exactly on cue, he saw Castor appear not too far away from himself. Wearing a light brown leather jacket, a black dress shirt underneath his jacket, black jeans and black dress shoes, the man took his sweet time to get there. Michael frowned in impatience, but kept his comments to himself. The fact was, yesterday, after giving it his all at the obstacle course of doom, he felt extremely tired and slept for at least ten hours. As Castor walked towards the youth, he threw a bottle towards Michael. Catching it, Michael looked at the liquid inside. It looked like cherry Kool-Aid at first glance, but even he knew that wasn’t the case. “So… what exactly is this, Castor?” The man finally was a few feet away, looking around to see if anyone was around. “It’s a special drink for people like us; it’ll truly replenish your strength. I’m guessing by your appearance, you’ve never replenished your energy to its true maximum level, have you?” Michael seemed perplexed, but was slightly grasping what he was saying. Truthfully, even after sleeping for eight or ten hours, he never felt as if he had truly gained the full amount of vigor any teenager his age got. However, he just thought he was one of these people who just loved to sleep a lot. Now this explained it. Observing the bottle and its content, he wasn’t too sure he should take some. He then looked at Castor. “So this drink will boost me up to my real one-hundred percent?” Castor didn’t respond, but his smile was enough of an answer. Shrugging his shoulders, he started to chug the whole bottle. As he drank it, the first thing that came to his mind was “That is definitely NOT Kool-Aid”. When he finished it, he was slightly disappointed he finished it so quickly. It had no real taste, like water, but the vibe it gave off as it ran down his throat was truly delightful. However, that was it. No Super Saiyan or great enlightenment; no, this was simply a divine drink with no added effect. Michael was about to throw the bottle towards Castor to call him on his bull****, when he felt it. His whole body was elevated, as if he had slept for a whole week. “Oh my gosh! Dude, I feel like I can totally take on Hulk, Superman and Ironman all at once! This is so awesome!” Castor looked at the excited youth. Michael looked at him and felt a little ashamed that he had doubted this guy for so long. “Listen Castor, I just wanted…” -No need to thank me. You need to be stronger, and for that to happen, I need you at full strength every time I will train you. -Sure, if I get this feeling every time, then I’ll certainly drink that… Wait, what is that drink anyways? -Well, though I can’t tell you too much, all I can say is that this drink was made by putting a specific ore inside a boiling pot of water. The water absorbs the energy that ore gives off and this drink allows people like us to access one-hundred percent of our natural vigor. -But… wouldn’t we eventually run out of that rock? -No. Though I have never found or been told the reason why, one rock can keep on giving huge amounts of energy. However, we can only extract it once a day, so we can only make that drink once a day. Michael smiled. If he could get his hands one of these rocks, he wouldn’t feel crappy every morning. However, Castor had already understood his look. “I will give you a rock, but you cannot abuse it. You should drink it only once every week or even every two weeks. The energy you now have is enough to get you through two weeks, depending on what you do.” The young man was disappointed, but he kind of knew this was too good to be without some kind of warning behind it. In any case, Castor got into a battle stance, which prompted Michael to do same, though he did not know how to exactly put himself in such a stance. The man snickered, and dashed toward the young man. Michael was surprised that he could see the way his new mentor was moving, every step of the way. Instead of being caught off-guard, as usual, he was able to respond to the incoming punch with one of his own. This created a small shockwave, as if the universe said “this brofist is too much!” The youth and the man were pushed a few meters away. Michael was surprised. “I… I can see everything… I could follow his movement one-hundred times better than when we first met”, he thought. However, Castor didn’t let up. He came charging again, but increased the speed, so much that to Michael, he looked like a blur. “No”, thought Michael, “I can still follow him!” He turned his fist on fire and aimed at his left with a right hook, at the place Castor was at this very instant. The man caught the fist with his own right hand, and when Michael looked, Castor’s hand had a bluish color to it. He then felt the sudden cold in his fist, so he pulled it away. “Very good, Child of Ignis. Even if your battle stance and style lack any luster, you have keen senses.” Michael looked at Castor and was putting the pieces together. The way he acted, the way he rarely showed any emotions and the fact that twice, he caught his fiery fist with a cold hand, Michael understood what his mentor could do. “You… You don’t have fire powers like I do. You’re like Iceman.” The man looked at his protégé, raised his right hand once more and activated his powers, his hand glowing light blue and white again, covered in frost, with cold air clearly and softly swirling around it. “My powers are what people would call ‘cryokinesis’. In fancy terms, I can reduce the kinetic energy of atoms, thereby causing objects to cool or freeze. In easier terms, I can turn the temperature around me to a subzero level in an instant. Still, we are the same kind of people.” -“Same kind of people”… What do you mean? What are we? -We are people that have a full amount of control over a specific element. Your powers represent fire, heat and combustion. Mine represent ice, cold and frost. We are called “Dragons”… That’s all I can tell you. -But… Castor gave him a stern look, the same look Uncle Jack gave him not so long ago when Brady was about to spill the beans about the whole De Luca-Walker feud. It was a look that said “it’s not the time for you to know this stuff”. Michael looked at him. “Fine, I’ll wait for more info.” Michael was still intrigued by all this. They were called “Dragons”? Unless the person who gave that name was blind, neither he or the man looked like flying winged-lizards. In any case, Castor sighed in exasperation before he activated his powers in both his hands. Michael looked at it and at some times, the cold around them seemed fiercer and at other times they were softer. The teenager frowned at this, not comprehending, and activated flames on both his hands. They didn’t seem to change at all, instead flickering to the whim of the small winds that came from time to time through the forest. Castor came closer to the young man, passed by him, and continued to walk a little behind him. As he did so, Michael could feel the extreme cold surrounding him, and even his flames were growing smaller. "What the..." -Our powers are governed by our state of mind and our emotions. Your flames seem to grow fiercest when you are angry or sexually… -OK, too much information! -Alright. In any case, they manifest themselves when you have passionate emotions. Mine manifest themselves when I have a total absence of emotions, when, putting it in your youthful words, I don’t “give a crap”. Depending on the nature of our people’s powers, they can either become more powerful with or without emotions. -But then… How do you seem to control them so easily? -At the end of the day, a clear and determined mind is what helps any one of us control our abilities. Clearing one’s mind is what controls one’s emotions. -You make it sound so easy… I mean, it’s kind of impossible not to think of one thing. Don’t you have problems, worries, stuff that bothers you? -I do, more than you can imagine and will ever know. However, when I want to access my abilities without any problems, I focus my mind onto one goal. That goal alone is what gives my powers life… As he said that last sentence, he drastically increased the power output of his cryokinesis onto his hands, the glow of his hands pulsating fiercely and the air around them moving violently. Michael was awed at Castor’s total control of his powers. Looking at his hands, he closed his eyes. But he couldn’t muster up his powers as easily as he was used to, doubt swaying into his mind. Was he good enough? Would he lose control of his powers? Would he end up killing someone because of that? However, as he got lost in the plentiful of questions crossing his consciousness, one stuck out more than the rest. “Who am I?” Focusing on that sole sentence, Michael’s mind began to empty itself of any superficial thoughts. With that done, the youth ignited his hands on fire, but the flames were different. They weren’t red anymore, like normal fire; no, they had become a soft orange, and yet they felt fiercer than before. The new flames he possessed had a core that was pale orange in color, but gradually became a deeper shade in the area closer to its edges. The youth looked at them closely and was surprised. Castor clapped his hands three times and smiled. “You have finally understood how to focus and liberate yourself from unnecessary thoughts and emotions. But I must ask… What is it that made you gain control?” Michael looked at his hands and was able to slowly decrease the flame output before totally canceling them. “Who I am… What I am… Where I come from… These are the things that I want to know at all costs.” *Music playing as they fight* Castor cracked his hands as Michael finished his sentence. “Then I guess it’s time to see how far you are able to control these new flames of yours.” The man dashed, full speed (or something like that), appearing as a blur once more. Michael, still quick on his feet, kicked himself backwards, avoiding a chilly left hook. As Castor was still in motion, Michael aimed his fiery right fist towards his mentor’s face, but he wasn’t fast enough. The man was able to duck and dodge the attack with ease. “He’s flexible and quick…” The young man still didn’t abandon. As his right fist missed its target and Castor lift his head to attack him, he lit flames around his left fist, aiming for an uppercut. While the fist made contact with something, it wasn’t the man’s face. No, he had been able to quickly bring one arm in front and protect his face. However, the strength of it was enough to push the guy away for a few feet. Then, the youth dashed, going on the offensive for the first time and using his new full speed. He then jumped and tried to land a powerful down kick coated in orange flames at the man. Castor sidestepped it and, frosting his right hand, went with his own jab. Being in midair, all the youth could do was aim his hands diagonally to the floor, and make his flames appear with a burst. This pushed him away from harm, a few meters away from his mentor. “Not bad at all, Child of Ignis. You are starting to use your abilities with your head.” Michael grinned then took a huge, deep breath. He remembered the day he had lost control of his fire back in the forest. It was time to do the same thing, but with full consciousness of his actions. Mustering up his energy in his chest, he unleashed a large column of fire, it coming straight to the man. Castor looked and gave a small laugh. Not saying a word he watched as the flames came dangerously close to him. “You’ve done well in such a short time, Child of Ignis”, he thought as he also took a deep breath, less dramatic then Michael, “however, your roar of flames… cannot compete with my arctic breath.” He then exhaled an extremely freezing column of cold wind, as if he was blowing out candles. The icy wind went right through Michael’s flames, dispersing the fire and hitting the youth with quasi full strength. The blow hurt, that was for sure, but the cold that suddenly came was almost unbearable for the fiery kid. “Wh-wh-wh-wh-why th-th-the hell w-w-w-would y-y-you do that?” Castor let out yet another laugh, this time more genuine. “I give you my sincerest apologies, Child of Ignis. It’s been long since I’ve had a decent opponent, and so my battle instincts kicked in. In any case, time for you to go to school.” Michael looked at his watch and realized that it almost time for him to be at school. It seemed as if they had spent a full three hours training, practicing and sparring. However, the youth was happy. Not only was he now able to almost control his powers, his mentor Castor had admitted that he, the one with no knowledge of what exactly he was and what he could truly do until a few hours ago, was a worthy opponent. However, as the man walked away, Michael noticed that on his left middle finger, he had a ring, exactly like the one he had given him yesterday for the obstacle of course. The youth's eyes widen in disbelief. “He was holding back?!” he thought with surprise. Michael sighed, thinking he still had ways to go before he could be truly strong. Nonetheless, he looked at his hands, clenched his fists and smiled. “Dragon… I am a Dragon…” ****** In the streets, near the mayor’s office, Castor was leaning on a tree bark, arms crossed and eyes closed. He seemed to be waiting for someone, or something. That something appeared in the clouds, flying majestically in the great sky. Coming down with great speed, it revealed itself to be a falcon. It landed on the brown-haired man. He didn’t look, but knew it was there. “So Victor, what information do you have?” While its beak didn’t move, anyone nearby would clearly hear another person speaking to the fire boy’s mentor. “Master Castor… I don’t have any concrete leads, but… Well, rumors have been circulating that they are on the move towards Dawn Rivers… and that SHE is around these parts…” With these news, Castor sighed in exasperation before patting the bird’s head. “Thank you Victor… Go find a place to rest up, alright?” With this the falcon named Victor flew high in the skies. The man pinched above his nose with his index and thumb, closing his eyes in the process. “Things just got more complicated…” Edited by Luffy1045, Nov 22 2011, 09:54 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Nov 25 2011, 01:50 PM Post #8 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 8: How to Train Your Dragon In the Walker household’s backyard, a battle was raging. On one side was a youth, with brown skin, MJ Beat it-style hair, black leather jacket, dark blue T-Shirt, navy blue jeans and black sneakers with blue stripes on them. On the other side, a man, taller than the youth by a head and in his forties, sported a brown leather jacket, a black dress shirt, black jeans and black dress shoes. As they exchanges fists and kicks, the temperature of the air around them kept changing ever so drastically. Sometimes it was extremely cold, as if they were inside a cooler, but the next moment, it changed into a very hot place. It had only been six days since Michael had started training with Castor, but major improvements could already be seen. He was able to almost fully control the intensity of his fire power, and he could keep up with the maximum speed Castor was giving him. He knew his mentor was holding back his true power, since he was wearing a ring that made their powers weaker and almost inexistent, but that didn’t bother him. Michael knew that by training with this man, by learning from him, he would found out who and what exactly he was. Up until now, the only information he had gotten was the fact that they were named “Dragons” and that each one of their kind had a hold over an element. After sparring for an hour straight, Michael felt drained, for the first time in a week. Castor looked at his pupil. “His growth is amazing… He truly is a Child of Ignis…” The man then waved goodbye to his student before leaving. The youth, too tired to even be a little mad, went back inside his house and went straight to bed, a rock in his hand. Meanwhile, Castor was walking in the streets, looking at his watch. Indeed, it had almost been two months since he had come. It was the first time in ages that he stayed in one place more than two weeks. Because of that, he had gotten quite accustomed to Dawn Rivers. Entering the hotel in which he had been staying since his arrival, he went up the stairs and went to his own room to rest. “Tomorrow, the true training begins…” ****** “Hey, Michael… You okay?” Sam looked at his friend as he put his head on the dinner table, half-asleep and unable to move properly. Sam was worried: for the past two days, Michael had been like this, fatigued and wobbly. “Yea, I’m okay… I’m just following a very intense workout plan…” The guy frowned, but accepted his friend’s explanation. Michael, on his end, was totally pooped out. The training with Castor had become very arduous, with his body’s energy fading away more and more each day. It got so bad that he was sent home early today, the high school director telling him to get some rest during the weekend. Arriving home, he was greeted by none other than Castor. Michael wasn’t too thrilled to see him. “Dude, I need to sleep, like now. I’m totally unable to even make a spark.” The man observed him and seemed to agree. “Alright, go to sleep, I’ll come back with the rock energy drink tomorrow morning.” Michael was glad, and tried to get to his bed as fast as his current state could. As he lay on his bed, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. After a few minutes, he was already sleeping soundly, snoring very loudly. After a few moments of darkness, Michael was in a vast field, alone. He looked at the distance to see large mountains. He walked for what seemed to be seconds and was already there. He entered a cave and started to explore when he heard a large roar. Not wanting to stay in a place where he might be killed by some unknown creature, the young man ran as fast as he could, but to no avail. Tripping, he turned around to come face-to-face with a dragon. Not the people of his kind, no, a real dragon, the size of a plane. It had red scales, a gray underbelly, sharp black claws and a horn covered in the same scales on his nose. His eyes were white, with the pupil and sclera being black, just like when he lost control of his powers. Though at first Michael was frightened, it looked like the dragon wasn’t going to hurt him. It was more intrigued by this human being. The youth slowly got up, gradually placing his hand on the dragon’s horn before he felt a connection, an instant synergy. Then, hop! He was awake. For a few minutes, he tried to take hold of the reality of what he had just seen. While it was impossible that he could find himself in the mountains with a real red dragon, it still felt so real. What intrigued him even more was how he reacted to it. In his dream, it was as if he knew that this creature was not his enemy. It was his ally… No, more than that, his friend. He couldn’t quite grasp this, so he woke up around nine o’clock in the evening, ate some leftover pizza from the day before, then headed for the training location. ****** While the youth and the man were walking towards the forest to train during the evening, Michael couldn’t stop thinking about what he dreamt about. The energy that was shared between the two… he felt it, especially since he did not need to drink Castor’s elixir. He decided not to talk about it to him, instead focusing on what he would give him as training. Castor did notice Michael’s concern, but decided to focus on the training and prepared in his mind the next training for his protégé. Arriving even deeper into the large forest, the man turned to face his pupil. “You’ve been able to control your flames very well in such a short period of time. Also, you have become quite good in fighting hand-to-hand. But now it’s time for the real training.” As he said, the man pointed in a direction. Michael looked that way, but didn’t seem to see what Castor was talking about. “Child of Ignis, focus. You have to start sensing things more like a Dragon, and less like a human.” Michael followed the advice and took a deep breath. He then systematically shut down all of his other senses, focusing all he had in his vision. From a distance, Michael saw something, but he first thought he was going delusional. Then, the thing he spotted turned its head towards his direction and started running towards him. The young man’s eyes widen and he started to run full speed away, shouting “OH SHIT”, but Castor intercepted him. “Calm down and watch.” The thing was getting closer and closer by the second, and before Michael could blink, the thing was in front of him. It was a large beast, the size of a big and healthy horse. The front was a proportionally big falcon, all the way to the waist, which turned into the makings of a lion. “What the hell?! A gryphon… GRYPHONS EXIST?!” Michael was thoroughly awed, amazed, ecstatic, whatever cool words comes into your mind. He couldn’t believe that gryphons actually existed. The man seemed to enjoy the youth’s excitement, before he cleared his throat and started to speak. “This is my partner, Victor. This here is his real form, but for convenience reasons, he mostly transforms into a normal falcon. Anyways, he shall be part of your next training.” Michael was too excited to even care, his eyes beaming with thrill. Victor seemed please with the attention the young man had for him, putting its head down in front of the young man. Michael smiled like a little kid and softly petted the beast. “I forget that even if he is a dragon, he’s still just a kid…” thought Castor, observing the scene. He then placed the middle finger and thumb of his right hand together, and then placed them, still stuck together, in his mouth. The man then whistled, and the gryphon slowly moved away from the youth, before deploying its wings and flying majestically in the sky. While Michael was immediately concerned, but Castor was ahead of him. “At this moment, we are very far from Dawn Rivers. Nobody will see either of us or Victor.” With that said, Michael could observe with wonder the gryphon soar in the air with grace. Castor took this chance to explain the next phase of his training. “You were able to control your flames to a very satisfying extent, and you were able to fight hand-to-hand with quite some ease. Now, it’s time to develop your flames into various uses. For this training, you will use your fire abilities to shoot down Victor. You have to stay on ground level in order to do so.” Michael frowned. Shoot it down? He’d much rather learn how to ride like a boss. Nonetheless, a little concern came in his mind. “Wouldn’t shooting it be harmful to it?” Castor chuckled, as if this was a funny joke to him. “You will soon learn that Victor is much more resistant and powerful than you can imagine.” Michael whistled with amazement. This beast was not only just cool and could fly; it was apparently impervious to anything he could throw at it. “Alright then, I’ll try this.” Michael’s first reflex was to light his right hand on fire. In a sense, this had become his “trademark” move. He then looked at his flame and closed his eyes. He was trying to change the shape of the fire, but the task revealed itself to be more than he bargained for. However, this was Michael, and after a few minutes, he was able to spin the fire, forming a ball that looked like these Japanese soul representations. With this, he opened his eyes and watched the flight pattern of the gryphon. After a while, he aimed his arm and threw the ball with all his force. The sphere zipped through the air with speed, faster than a fast football, but didn’t hit the mark. Castor looked on, half-disappointed because his student wasn’t able to hit Victor, but half-impressed that he could change the shape of his fire this early. “When I was his age, I barely could do half the things he could… Impressive…” Michael tried again, and again, and again, but every single time he failed, not even coming close to hitting the beast. Castor sighed. “You just learned how to shape your fire, so I think we should start with motionless targets.” His right hand glowed that cool blue-and-white color and the cold air surrounded it. He quickly straightened all of his fingers and stabbed the cold earth. Ice started to form at the space he just stroke, and suddenly, a few meters behind him, a couple of ice snowmen came out of the ground like magic. The youth’s eye widen in surprise and admiration. “One day… Maybe I could do something that cool…” Castor took his hand out of the earth, took the dirt off of it and then looked at the young man. This training will be to test your accuracy, your imagination and the speed at which you can create objects using your flames. The strong fire you acquired a few days is powerful indeed, but by the looks of things, it is soft enough for you to mold easily into what you want. While it’s true you were able to create a fireball fairly easily, it took you time and spent some useless energy. Not only time, you wasted time trying to aim with the fireball. This isn’t football, where a plan is made and your wide receiver is going to be at a given position for you to throw to. No, Victor is a moving target, whose sole goal is to evade any attack that comes his way. You have to be fast and learn how to do your stuff with ease. I’ll leave you with Victor to train, I have some business to attend to. With that said, the more experience Dragon super-sped away, leaving a confused and slightly irritated Michael. “I’ll prove to this punk I can be just as strong as he is!” With this new determination, he started to focus his flames into creating fireballs, trying to do so faster. Victor landed on the ground and seemed to want to go join its Dragon partner, but it refrained. Seeing Michael, it settled down and watched as the youth trained alone. ****** Fairly far from Dawn Rivers, there was a café named “Destiny Maker”. The place was a small place, but it packed a lot of people and the ambiance was quite serene. In it was a woman, in her mid-twenties, sipping her coffee while reading her newspaper. The woman was wearing a navy trench coat, black dress pants, a white dress shirt and black semi-high heels. She seemed relaxed, yet determined and preoccupied. Finishing her drink, she went up, smiled at the waitress that served and gave her a very good tip. She then left the building and started to walk. After around fifteen minutes, she stopped and sighed. “You can come out now.” Not moving at all, she simply waited while a man in a brown leather jacket seemingly appeared in front of her. “We meet again, Aysia Celesta.” Tension could immediately be felt in the air around the two. The woman’s face was emotionless, but her hand curled up into a fist and it trembled. “Castor Siladon… I knew you were around here… You left an unexpected frozen trail and I followed you yet again. Have you found the child?” -Why do you want the boy? -He is the Child of Ignis. That will surely help us in the upcoming events. Why do YOU want the boy? -For something you don’t need to know. No… For something you will never found out before it goes into motion. I will do anything in my power so that the boy will not be entangled in you and your Council’s affairs. -You’ve been a thorn on the Council’s side. I think it’s time to take you to custody. Castor frowned at first, but then smiled. The temperature around them instantly dropped, so much that air could be seen coming out of the woman’s breath every time she expired. She looked at him, with slight annoyance in her eyes. “How long will you keep escaping your past by meddling with the Council?” Her hands shone with a lime green light, and her eyes went completely white. He smiled with honesty. “I can’t stop. Not until I atone for my sins.” She then made a motion with her arms, extending them both as a green beam came out and came towards. The temperature dropped even further down, and the beam hit the man. However, when everything stopped, the woman named Aysia looked one to see a totally different scene. Castor was fully encased in the blue-white glowing frost, the cold air all around the man becoming visible. The Iceman then spoke. I must commend you for your skill. You have become much more powerful than I expected. However, you have a long way to go before you can defeat me. Also, you worry about me and the Child of Ignis… Yet, you should be more concerned about the group of Hunters coming this way. If they found what they are looking for, it’s going to be hell on Earth. With this, the iceman broke into pieces, disappearing right before the woman’s very eyes. Edited by Luffy1045, Nov 25 2011, 02:00 PM.
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| Luffy1045 | Nov 30 2011, 02:19 PM Post #9 |
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 9: Aysia “Ok, so I’ll admit this is not as easy as I thought…” Michael was panting heavily. He had finished training with motionless snowmen and was now moving on to the moving target, Victor. It had now been almost a month since he had moved on to fire firing training. He had thought up a way to fire faster and with a little more power, but it wasn’t so easy to accomplish. Castor had come back from his errand, which strangely lasted a month, and Michael just knew something was up. However, just as he didn’t talk about his expression after his dream of the dragon, he wouldn’t talk about what Castor was doing. Meeting and training with him taught Michael that whatever problems came his way, Castor was definitely someone he could trust. In any case, he focused. Instead of creating fire from his hands and molding it into a ball to fire, he decided to take a different approach. Michael would create the image of the ball he wanted before creating the fire in his head; like this, when his fire would come out of his hands, the sphere of flames would already be created. That was the first step, and as he created the fire, the plan worked perfectly. Now came the second problem he had to overcome: aiming and shooting with speed and precision. Even if he could aim correctly and guess where Victor would be next, the gryphon was in the sky, its element. He was speedy in the air, and by the time the young man created the balls, the beast knew what to expect and dodged the attacks with little effort. This greatly annoyed Michael, who in the end, ran towards a tree, jumped high towards the trunk and used it to give him a boost towards Victor. However, before he barely made it 4 meters in the air, Castor jumped higher and smacked him right back to the ground. “Remember, Child of Ignis. You must not leave the ground and shoot down Victor. I told it to you casually the first time, but this was the warning.” Michael looked at Castor to see he was serious “Damn…” No matter how he looked at it, Michael knew he was in a pinch. Seeing this, the man sighed and waved his hand at Victor. The gryphon flew low, shrunk and turned into an eagle-sized crimson bird. It looked even more majestic than before, and showed more control in its flight as it flew lower than before. Castor then cleared his throat and spoke. “Your imagination is in the right place, and your accuracy is good. All that is needed is speed to fire your technique. Unfortunately, at this point, Victor or I are useless to you. You’ll have to find the solution on your own, Child of Ignis.” With this, Castor raised one hand as the crimson bird flew above the men. It descended, went behind the man and sped towards his hand, and as it touched it, both disappeared in a puff of golden flames. ****** Dawn Rivers was in a festive ambiance, as the holidays got closer and the first snow fell down on the town. Michael didn’t like the snow at all; it killed his mood. He suspected that it had something to do with him being a Fire Dragon. However, he was never cold, so that was a bonus to this already annoying weather (do note that the author also hates winter time and its snow). The young man had been away from the training grounds or from Castor, thinking that the best way to found the solution to his dilemma would be to read his comic books and do some research on the internet. Even if he didn’t find the solution to his problem, he found some innovative ways to use his fire abilities. For example, in one Japanese comic book, Michael found that he could emulate guns by putting his hand in such disposition and firing small fire bullets from his fingers. In another one, he found that instead of firing flames, Michael could instead use heat. However, the problem still remained the same: if he couldn’t use his abilities with speed and precision, there was no point in trying all these new ways. Before he knew it, it was time to go to school. “I have to stop pulling these all nighters…” While the town and school were festive, the students were not. The approach of the holidays meant the approach of winter exams, something that, no matter which city a student came from, wasn’t appreciated. Michael had to catch up a few things before he could say he is ready, since his training with Castor had eaten up a lot of his time. The young man had a few free periods for questions, which he would use to meet some of the teachers, especially his Science teacher. As he walked to class early, he bumped into Lisa, whom he had not seen in days. Although they were in practically all the same classes, Michael was so absorbed with his time with Castor, he had totally and unwillingly forsaken all time for her or his friend Sam. While the guy didn’t mind, Michael didn’t know how she would take it. “Listen Lisa, I know I haven’t been around and hanging around lately, but…” Lisa smiled and shook her head. “I understand. Sam told me you were taking an intense workout and that you had to catch up in a few things at school.” The young man gave an embarrassed smile and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I’ll make it up to you somehow.” The young woman smiled and walked away. Michael looked at her go. If he didn’t do something soon, he would lose her really quickly. Taking this as a mental note, he entered the classroom. Mr. Timothy Cloud, the freshmen’s science teacher, was glad to see that his prize student had come for the free period of questions. In fact, they were only two of them, excluding Michael. One of them was Stanley Labissière, a tall and skinny black young man, towering at six feet exactly, with glasses, black hair trimmed and cut in a perfect shape. Michael secretly admired this guy, because he lived alone with his mother, so he had to work and go to school at the same time, which demanded a lot of effort. There, the young man made a mental note to help him somehow. The other student was Terese Massri. She was smaller than Stanley, around five feet and six inches, had black hair and black eyes as well. She too was a smart cookie; in fact, she was the only competition Michael had if he wanted the prize as “Academic Student of the Year”, assuming Michael even cared for such things. She was also very pretty, and coupling this with her brains, she was sought by many guys of the high school. Mr. Cloud, after seeing that these three students were all the people he was going to have for today, decided to start re-explaining a few notions they had learned in the past three weeks. This was good for Michael, because this was exactly the time he had been training with Castor. It’s during that time that he realized that while not everybody had the same type of worries as he did, he wasn’t the only with problems. Stanley and Terese seemed to have missed out on the last few lessons as well. After the theory came the written work and exercises, and they all worked together to solve them, showing each other their methods and ultimately optimizing each other’s way of work. This period of one hour had taken his mind off his Dragon situations and really immersed him back into school. That hour was all that was needed for these three students to catch up to the rest of the freshmen and get ready on their own for the upcoming exams. The period was over and everyone was about to leave when something sparked inside Michael. After Stanley and Terese left, the young man stayed behind and asked the teacher if he could speak with him. Sitting down, Michael decided to start. “I wanted to ask, Mr. Cloud… Let’s say that in theory, I have the power to generate and manipulate fire… What do you think I could do? You know, in terms of plausible super moves?” Mr. Cloud first looked at him with a bizarre look, before his expression changed into that of someone who understood. “Ah, kids and their video game making ideas… Anyways, in theory, you would be able to excite your own and other people’s molecules so that they overheat without actually setting them on fire. You’d also be able to do the standard thing, using fireballs. However, you’d have to focus in order to do that, since fire takes a slight time to do. You would have to learn how to heat yourself up very fast and then learn to fire with speed.” Mr. Cloud had gone in a frenzy of an explanation, which Michael took in as a sponge, absorbing as much information as he could. One piece of the puzzle had been solved, but there was something missing, something so close, yet so far. Nevertheless, he thanked his science teacher for his insight and left the classroom. The rest of his classes were free periods and he was ready for the exams due in three weeks, so Michael decided to head home and sleep. With any luck, Uncle Jack or Uncle Brady would be home, and they would have some pizzas or homemade pasta ready for him to eat before he crashed into his bed. As he walked, he was met by Lisa, who was also going home. They started catching up, talking about everything and nothing, and this conversation truly soothed the young man down. After going a few blocks, she turned right, towards the town hall where she had her own room. “Forgot that she was the mayor’s daughter…” After talking with her, he realized how much he had come to slowly care for her, and how it was imperative that he get his act together and his powers under control. “Forget sleeping… I need to fire these fireballs!” Thus, the young man headed to the woods, far into them actually, until he arrived to the place where he trained for the past month. Victor, in his gryphon form, was lying on the floor, bored, until it saw Michael. At first it raised its head to look, but then he simply put his head back on the floor. The young man frowned, shrugged and then put his backpack on the floor. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the wood poles he had created and installed. Every day, after training, he made new ones to replace those he burned. Thus, he got in position, closing his eyes, creating the image of a sphere of flames, and as he activated his fire abilities, the sphere was already created. However, the young man thought about what he had learned today with his science teacher. Instead of concentrating on the shape, he heated his hand. It was much easier and when he activated his flames to create the sphere, the ball exploded in his hand. “Of course! That’s how I can shoot them!” Aiming his hand towards one of the wood poles, Michael decided to go one step further. Remembering how it felt like to do his roar of the dragon, he let the heat travel his whole arm quickly, and as it reached his hand, he activated his flames, propelling them forward. The results were quite explosive, as the fireball was launched bigger and with more power than what he could previously muster. All three wood poles were taken down in one shot. “Wow! I did it! Man, that fireball was like… the size of a beach ball!” Grinning, he looked at Victor, who seemed just as excited as he was. Thus, a dance of victory was executed, as the teen grabbed the gryphon’s wings and jumped around while holding him, the gryphon jumping as well. “I must say, you aren’t as powerful as I would expect from a Child of Ignis…” Michael and Victor, like synchronized swimmers, turned their heads to face the direction of the voice. Standing on a large leafless branch of an oak tree was a woman in her mid-twenties, with ebony hair and black eyes. The young man instantly knew that she was dangerous, especially since she had called him “Child of Ignis”. She jumped from the tree and landed right in front of the kid, while the gryphon was slowly growling with a low note. The woman observed Michael; Michael observed the woman. Eye to eye, they were examining each other, waiting to see which one would say or do something first. Michael then went with a quick punch to her left, but her left arm, she blocked it midway. With her right, she punched the youth in the stomach, continued with it until he was sent flying a few meters away. It didn’t hurt that much, but he knew she was holding back. Michael didn’t know how exactly he was going to get out of this mess, but he was not going to run away. Taking a deep breath, he released a stream of fire towards the woman, encasing a large area in orange flames. As it came a few feet from the woman, she extended her arm and hand, and the fire dispersed all around the woman, as if an invisible wall had been erected all around her. Even if he couldn’t see it properly, the wall seemed to be waving, so he could observe it in some way. As he stopped to look at it, he realized that while this was definitely a supernatural ability, it was much different than what either he or Castor could do. The vibe around that barrier was much different than theirs. While their powers seemed more animalistic, rawer, the wall the woman erected had a feeling of peace, yet firm control. Also, her eyes were not black with a white sclera… They were all white. “What’s going on?!” As the wall disappeared, the woman’s eyes turned to normal and she looked at Michael. “So your teacher hasn’t told you everything, has he? And yet, you trust him so much? Has he told you anything about who he was and what he did?” Michael’s thoughts started to race. It was true he knew nothing of Castor; he didn’t know where he came from, how old he was, why he was training him or why he called him “Child of Ignis”. However, he knew that this man was nice man, and that he wanted Michael to become autonomous with his abilities. So, as the woman finished her sentence, steam came from the youth’s arm. “I don’t care about his past… His actions up until this day have given me no reason to think he’s a bad guy… However you… are a different case!” With the heat traveling much faster than when he was training, he swiftly extended his arm, sending three fireballs the size of a beach ball towards the woman, all of them coming with speed. The woman’s eyes turned white once more as she dodged the attacks with ease. She then came near Michael, her hands glowing a light green color. Ever cell in his body told him to dodge that attack, but he was too slow to evade. Just as she was going give it to him, a hand covered in frost grabbed her wrist. “Aysia Celesta… didn’t I warn you already?” ****** Aysia was flung to the side as Castor stood in front of Michael. She gave him a look of disapproval and the air was filled with tension once again, just like when they had last met a month ago. Her eyes turned white, Castor’s turned black and white and the air seemed to have dropped around 10 degrees Celsius. Michael was looking at the situation. He was in way over his head, thinking he was a match for her, since Castor seem to be getting serious. “Hand me the boy, Castor! We are going to need him if we are going to defeat HIM!” The man’s body seemingly stiffened, and his face became expressionless. Aysia, seeing this, made her hand glow even brighter. “I have tried to keep him out of your stupid Council for all this time, I’ve been looking for him for years, and you want me to just hand him to you? The only way he’s going with you is if you kill me or if he chooses to come.” With this, Aysia sent a beam of green energy. This time, Castor didn’t take it head own. Instead, he unleashed a torrent of icy wind, with frost in it, from his hands. As the two waves clashed, the whole forest was shaking from the sheer power emanating from these two individuals. No matter how he looked at it, these two seemed pretty equal in terms of power. After a few seconds this way, a power surge came, which stopped both of them. Castor took a deep breath. “Only Michael can choose his destiny. However, he is neither strong enough nor ready to be taken by the Council. However, by the end of his school year… He might be able to help you, if he wants to.” Aysia’s expression softened, which surprised Michael. Castor smiled as she asked her question. “And how exactly will you prove that he is ready?” Castor looked at his pupil, who didn’t understand and didn’t have a clue of the hell of a situation his own teacher had put him into. “He and I will stop the hunters from awakening Ombre.” Edited by Luffy1045, Nov 30 2011, 02:23 PM.
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COMMENTS GO HERE : Dragon Soul Comments Chapter 10: The Black Oak Tree It was only two hours since the incident with the woman named Aysia and Michael was still confused. Who was that lady? Who were the hunters? What was “Ombre”? So many questions were popping inside the youth’s head and Castor refused to answer any of them. He tried to convince him in many ways, saying that he couldn’t possibly be ready if he didn’t know anything. The man insisted that he would tell him what he needed to know in due time. “For now, you will rest up and study for your exams”, he kept repeating, “We don’t want you failing miserably, now do we?” Sighing, Michael decided to let it go for now and to focus on his upcoming winter exams. ****** The bell rang, as to signify the glorious victory over exams. Students flocked out of the classrooms with such speed and mayhem that Michael wondered if they were not secretly like him or Aysia. In any case, the young man was pretty sure he nailed these exams extremely well, and there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t have to worry so much about his grades being “A” and such. Sam seemed to be confident in his exams too, saying he was getting “at least a ‘B’, bro”. As for Lisa, she was unsure of everything, but Michael knew that she was going to make it. All of them met each other in the hallways and went back to their respective houses, ready to leave school for the next two weeks and two days. Sam was going to Las Vegas stay with his older brother for a week, while Lisa would be going to the White House with her father for the next ten days. Michael led them to believe he would have an awesome time here while they were away, but the truth was, he was probably going to be training a lot with Castor. With these less than joyous days to look forward to, Michael sighed and went home. When he opened the door, he was thoroughly surprised to see that his uncles Jack and Brady were back from their respective trips. Michael always wondered why the trips that were supposed to last one weekend ended up lasting a month, but he didn’t question it much. He had enough worries in his life; he wasn’t ready to take on other people’s problems. Anyways, the two men gave their nephew money they had earned from their trips. Uncle Brady gave him a brand new iPhone 4, while Uncle Jack gave him a black watch. The youth was happy; it wasn’t even Christmas, and yet he just received two awesome gifts. “Thanks a lot!” Jack put his hand on his head and rustled his hair. As for Brady, he simply smiled and claimed he had to go back home. “Sorry I couldn’t stay longer, but I’m pretty sure my girlfriend is going to be pissed I stayed so long away from her.” At the same time, both Michael and Jack thought the same thing: “he's so whipped”. When he left, Jack looked at his nephew before smiling and sitting down on the couch in the living room. “So… What did you do that was interesting during the time I was away?” Michael was waiting for this question. He knew that telling his uncle he’d been honing his pyrokinetic abilities with a he barely knew wouldn’t exactly the kind of answer you gave your uncle. “Well, you know the drill, study, study and study some more. I’m pretty sure I nailed these exams though, so no problem there.” Jack seemed very satisfied with his answer and told him that he was going to make lasagna for supper. Michael nodded and decided to go take a walk. He needed to some time to think about everything that happened during his time in Dawn Rivers, and it was not with his protective uncle lurking that he would be able to do so. “I’m gonna go take a walk, alright Uncle Jack?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he closed the door. The temperature was ok, even if there was snow everywhere. Though he hated it, Michael had to admit its white color brang a certain je-ne-sais-quoi to the town. In any case, he decided to get some practice done and expectedly enough, Victor, in his gryphon form, was on the floor sleeping. Michael smiled at the sight of this then looked at the new wood poles he had installed in a circle. He had been practicing even when he had exams, and the young man came up with a few ideas he wanted to try out. The first thing he was going to do was strike all of these poles in one go. Lighting his hands on fire, he spun once, and the orange flames in his hand grew bigger and elongated. This gave the appearance that Michael was holding two orange fiery whips and was striking the poles. The young man was happy that this first development had worked. Michael then went for his second trick. Poking the gryphon, he woke the beast up, who wasn’t very pleased to be awakened from his slumber. Nonetheless, Victor yawned and got up on its four feet/legs/whatever it was he had. The young man asked him if he could be part of his training again. The gryphon responded by deploying his wings and flying into the sky. The young man followed Victor’s movements and took a deep breath, the same way he did when he let out the large stream of fire, which he dubbed “Dragon’s Breath”. However, instead of that coming out, many small balls of compressed flames, the size of pool balls, were released in quick succession, like a machine gun. While this seemed to be the same technique as the fireballs, the fact was these small spheres of fire were harder, like marbles of steel. Victor, seeing this, stiffened its wings and dodged every single one of the orbs of fire coming his way, all of this with great skill. While Michael’s skill had improved, it was still not enough to catch the gryphon off guard. The beast landed next the youth. “You have become much more comfortable with using your powers, haven’t you Michael?” Michael’s jaw literally dropped when he heard the voice coming from the beast. “You… You can speak?” - Do you not hear me speak? - Yea… - Then yes, I can speak. Sheesh, what is so impressive with this? - Sorry if I don’t communicate with more talking gryphons, especially since there are about a few thousands of them. Michael’s sarcasm created some tension between the two, before they started chuckling. He was really glad this creature could understand him and speak back. His friends were away, Castor was running some errands regarding these so called “Hunters” and he couldn’t exactly speak of all the things that happened to his uncle. Thus, Victor had become the perfect companion. The beast seemed to have noticed that too, as it told the young man to hop on its back. “You sure?” Victor let out a growl, which was all Michael needed to get on. “So grumpy...” Instead of flying, the beast simply strutted deeper into the woods. Michael did not understand what was going on, but nonetheless let Victor lead the way. “Michael, I’m going to show you something not even Castor knows about.” Now he had captured the young man’s attention. As they got deeper into the woods, the air and overall appearance of the forest began to distort, like when his Dragon’s Breath his Aysia’s barrier. When they passed through the distortion, Michael immediately felt all around him a surge of energy, but it was friendly and serene. Not only that, when they passed the distortion, the forest changed. Behind him, Michael still saw the snow, but from where they had entered, it was as if summer had come back. The gryphon continued to advance, not stopping at all, which looked as if it was giving Michael the tour of the place. The young man was awed at what he was looking at, but the more he observed around him and felt the energy move, the more he wondered what he was doing here. “Victor, this is cool and all, but… Why did you bring me here?” The gryphon growled a little, but then responded without turning its head. “You wanted to know more about your situation, and I must admit that Castor is saying less than he should, because he is worried you’ll be overwhelmed. However, I do not believe such a thing, so I shall show you what you need to know for now.” Michael was excited. With the gryphon’s help, he might get closer to learning who and what he was. The gryphon shook its head as it continued to strut. As it walked, it turned its head to look at Michael. “However, you must promise that you will not reveal anything that I will show you to Castor, and even less to Aysia. She is a valuable ally, but she is with the Council, which we can’t trust at the moment. Do you understand?” Michael looked Victor right in the eye and nodded, which seemed to satisfy the beast. However, he couldn't believe he had just said that Aysia was an ally. After a few minutes, they arrived in front of a small lake. Michael recognized it as the lake where they had the bonfire, but it was different. In fact, after a looking at it, it was totally not the same place. Near it was a large number of trees, but one stood out more. Its trunk and leaves were jet black, which made Michael frown. It wasn’t just its appearance… The air around it was different, even evil. “What the…” He looked at Victor, who seemed satisfied to see the tree. You see Michael… This is a black oak tree… There are three in the world, two of which I can’t reveal to you the location yet. In any case, if someone destroys or burns this tree, it will summon a beast named Ombre, which is what the hunters are looking for. This beast is erratic and evil, and will destroy everything on sight. However, I suspect the hunters have found something that could possibly tame Ombre, and if they do that, many bad things will befall this world. Michael listened very closely. While he didn’t show it, he was quite surprised at all the things Victor was telling him. He also tried to grasp everything he was saying. “So you’re saying destroying this tree will call Ombre.” Victor looked at Michael. “Exactly. Stopping these hunters is imperative. If they destroy this tree, not only will Ombre start a path of destruction, but a multitude events will occur, something our world has not seen in the last three-hundred and eighty-seven years.” The boy whistled in awe at the exact number the gryphon told him. “So like… You’re that old?” Victor, in his gryphon form, smiled. “More than you can imagine.” Michael took a mental note to find out how old the beast was. Victor approached the lake and bent its neck towards it, drinking the water. Immediately, the dark colors of the gryphon turned into a bright shade. He then looked at the young man, inviting him, to take some water. He approached with caution, crouched in order to take some water and did so with his hands, without looking down. While he did trust him, Michael didn’t know if the hunters had already found the tree, so he was staying on the alert. As the water went down his throat, he felt the surge of energy, similar to when Castor gave him the power juice and when he had the dream about the dragon. However, this was on a whole level. It didn’t just replenish his energy; it also boosted his strength. He looked at the beast, with a look of bewilderment and fun. “This tree is essentially the same as those rocks Castor brings, but since it is alive, it gives more power to those of our race.” - What about normal humans? Can they drink it? - If they do, they will die. It is similar to the phenomenon called “overdose”. That’s why only a few things can discover this place. - So this distortion… It isn’t real, right? Some sort of illusion? - Yes. A powerful one at that. Only one object and I can dispel this illusion. I don’t believe the hunters have knowledge of this, but I wouldn’t take any chances. This is why we are training you. You are the Child of Ignis, thus you have great potential inside of you. However, the power sleeping within you is not enough. We have to instruct you even more, so that your creativity can expand and make you use your powers flexibly. While being called “Child of Ignis” was frustrating, Michael nodded, knowing that the situation was of great importance. Now it wasn’t just him searching for the truth about himself; this time, it was about preventing people to be killed by a monster. Michael hopped on Victor’s back, as they headed back to the training grounds. This time, Victor deployed his wigs and flew, and as they hit the distortion once more to get out, the youth looked behind. Indeed, the illusion was very powerful; so much, he couldn’t sense the energy or see the beautiful scenery again. They flew through the skies and Michael was truly enjoying this. After a few minutes of flying, they landed in the woods. Getting down, a question popped the young man’s head. “Hey Victor… What exactly is Ombre?” The gryphon, deploying its wings, only turned its head towards the young man before flying away. “Ombre… is a dragon.” |
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