Post by Winter on Jul 27, 2016 13:53:35 GMT 8
The Realm of Kareena - Elsewhere...
Cerulean eyes watched with tender care as the children moved with the instructed manners, performing their kata as taught by their current teacher. He watched as their movements were liquid, mercurial like water as their uniforms of blue and silver moved with calculated motion, an exercise to strengthen their own personal energy within. It brought a smile to his pale and weathered face. His unnatural age apparent where the first small signs of wrinkles appeared within the corners of his eyes.
" That will be all..." He paused and seemed to stumble as if to faint...several of the older students rushed forward and kept him from going down to his knees. " Are you alright, Master Ahrimal?" One of them asked, and he nodded, waving them off with a gesture of his hand. " I'm fine," he lied and regained his composure.. " That will be all for today..."
He dismissed his class, and after the last child had left, he slid the doors closed, and moved to the rear of the building, pulling aside a wall sized scroll, and entered a tunnel carved out of the very mountain in which his home had been built into the face. The path lead into what looked like an ancient temple.. Pillars of ice sprang out like stalagmites and stalagtites from both the rock floor and ceiling. Pools of water of various depths created the floor, and he walked across the water as if it were solid, to a raised section at the back end, up stone stairs to the elevated plateau...where a pair of swords floated, a chain linked between each hilt, suspended in a block of ice...
He had felt a shift in power. It had reached out and touched his essence. Something was coming. A storm upon the horizon. Xenith had felt this power once before. When the forces of the The Never-Born invaded Phara'Sythalis and destroyed the region of Pinquelek. He had felt when each soul had died that day. The moment he could not feel ' her ' he had died inside that day. The day he decided he had nothing left to fight for...and stared at Foren Migel, where his swords sat frozen, unused.
" Never again," he told himself. Turning away, he left the interior of the hidden manse and to the familiar surroundings of the dojo in which he had come to set up. Someone else could pick up the fight. He was done. " Never again, " he told himself one more time as he picked up a straw-made broom, and swept off the front porch of the dojo.
Cerulean eyes watched with tender care as the children moved with the instructed manners, performing their kata as taught by their current teacher. He watched as their movements were liquid, mercurial like water as their uniforms of blue and silver moved with calculated motion, an exercise to strengthen their own personal energy within. It brought a smile to his pale and weathered face. His unnatural age apparent where the first small signs of wrinkles appeared within the corners of his eyes.
" That will be all..." He paused and seemed to stumble as if to faint...several of the older students rushed forward and kept him from going down to his knees. " Are you alright, Master Ahrimal?" One of them asked, and he nodded, waving them off with a gesture of his hand. " I'm fine," he lied and regained his composure.. " That will be all for today..."
He dismissed his class, and after the last child had left, he slid the doors closed, and moved to the rear of the building, pulling aside a wall sized scroll, and entered a tunnel carved out of the very mountain in which his home had been built into the face. The path lead into what looked like an ancient temple.. Pillars of ice sprang out like stalagmites and stalagtites from both the rock floor and ceiling. Pools of water of various depths created the floor, and he walked across the water as if it were solid, to a raised section at the back end, up stone stairs to the elevated plateau...where a pair of swords floated, a chain linked between each hilt, suspended in a block of ice...
He had felt a shift in power. It had reached out and touched his essence. Something was coming. A storm upon the horizon. Xenith had felt this power once before. When the forces of the The Never-Born invaded Phara'Sythalis and destroyed the region of Pinquelek. He had felt when each soul had died that day. The moment he could not feel ' her ' he had died inside that day. The day he decided he had nothing left to fight for...and stared at Foren Migel, where his swords sat frozen, unused.
" Never again," he told himself. Turning away, he left the interior of the hidden manse and to the familiar surroundings of the dojo in which he had come to set up. Someone else could pick up the fight. He was done. " Never again, " he told himself one more time as he picked up a straw-made broom, and swept off the front porch of the dojo.