Post by Tora on Aug 12, 2018 15:10:01 GMT -5
Magic. Rai wasn't sure why he was born with it, but he was thankful for it. It had paved his way to this point, and had comforted him amidst feelings of confusion and anger at his lack of knowledge. Raijin had never met his parents, nor had he ever had any family so to speak. He covered his insecurities and the darkness it formed in him with humor and a seemingly nonchalant attitude. However, there were some things that made him tick.
Feeling helpless was one of them. Rai felt thankful to Polaris for showing him just how helpless he was in the real world. Warriors existed out there with strength that could crush Raijin in just a moment. The sobering reality of his potential death left him with little doubt about what he had to do. That's why he had found this isolated area near a small village on Earth. Raijin had to push his magical control to a new level. This wouldn't be done through wildly casting spells, or training physically. The hybrid had to improve his focus. He had a tendency to get distracted mid fight, or praise himself too early. It was a mistake that a child would make. It wasn't befitting someone such as himself.
The recent string of events that had unfolded made Raijin realize he had to step his game up and think big. Vagabond wanderers are usually forgotten by history. Raijin knew in his heart he was a brilliant tactician, and felt that if he had the opportunity to excel it would be through military service. He had recently signed up for the Galactic Imperial Military, and was set to leave for basic training soon. Raijin imagined the training to be rigorous and painstaking. Much like what he was about to do.
It is easy to create a weapon. Make a bludgeoning tool, and break skulls. Make a sharp edge and vivisect your opponents. Make a pointy end and jab them full of holes. The real challenge with creation is something serene. Elegant. Beautiful. Delicate. Raijin could picture it in his head.
A beautiful glass rose, gleaming and shimmering, refracting light and gleaming in the light. He sat there and imagined every groove and socket, every bend and turn... He almost felt his fingers run along the surface of it, and imagined an organic aspect to the rose. The key to art is to make something feel like something else. If this was to be a flower, it should feel alive and vibrant. A warmth flooded over Raijin as he began teeming with excess magical energy.
Clouds began to gather in all places near him besides directly above him. Rain fell, but did not strike him. Thunder churned and rumbled, but no molten arcing bolts of plasma reached out to scorch the Earth's flesh. This storm was summoned on Rai's command, and he intended to quell it and utilize its' latent energy in his creation. The halfling cracklex with power as he began uttering wordless command phrases, the storm centering above him.
Suddenly, the ground in front of the youth was struck with an incredible bolt of burning electricity! The earth was seared and blown away, charred and burned. But, in the spot where the bolt had hit lied a single, beautiful, perfectly cast glass rose. Rai picked it up and smiled, gazing into it and imagining the storm he had just summoned swirling within.
Today had been a success. Raijin knew this was just a single step for him, and he had much more training to do. This was simply so he could see how much he had grown in the aspect of his self-control.
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Feeling helpless was one of them. Rai felt thankful to Polaris for showing him just how helpless he was in the real world. Warriors existed out there with strength that could crush Raijin in just a moment. The sobering reality of his potential death left him with little doubt about what he had to do. That's why he had found this isolated area near a small village on Earth. Raijin had to push his magical control to a new level. This wouldn't be done through wildly casting spells, or training physically. The hybrid had to improve his focus. He had a tendency to get distracted mid fight, or praise himself too early. It was a mistake that a child would make. It wasn't befitting someone such as himself.
The recent string of events that had unfolded made Raijin realize he had to step his game up and think big. Vagabond wanderers are usually forgotten by history. Raijin knew in his heart he was a brilliant tactician, and felt that if he had the opportunity to excel it would be through military service. He had recently signed up for the Galactic Imperial Military, and was set to leave for basic training soon. Raijin imagined the training to be rigorous and painstaking. Much like what he was about to do.
It is easy to create a weapon. Make a bludgeoning tool, and break skulls. Make a sharp edge and vivisect your opponents. Make a pointy end and jab them full of holes. The real challenge with creation is something serene. Elegant. Beautiful. Delicate. Raijin could picture it in his head.
A beautiful glass rose, gleaming and shimmering, refracting light and gleaming in the light. He sat there and imagined every groove and socket, every bend and turn... He almost felt his fingers run along the surface of it, and imagined an organic aspect to the rose. The key to art is to make something feel like something else. If this was to be a flower, it should feel alive and vibrant. A warmth flooded over Raijin as he began teeming with excess magical energy.
Clouds began to gather in all places near him besides directly above him. Rain fell, but did not strike him. Thunder churned and rumbled, but no molten arcing bolts of plasma reached out to scorch the Earth's flesh. This storm was summoned on Rai's command, and he intended to quell it and utilize its' latent energy in his creation. The halfling cracklex with power as he began uttering wordless command phrases, the storm centering above him.
Suddenly, the ground in front of the youth was struck with an incredible bolt of burning electricity! The earth was seared and blown away, charred and burned. But, in the spot where the bolt had hit lied a single, beautiful, perfectly cast glass rose. Rai picked it up and smiled, gazing into it and imagining the storm he had just summoned swirling within.
Today had been a success. Raijin knew this was just a single step for him, and he had much more training to do. This was simply so he could see how much he had grown in the aspect of his self-control.
(614 words)