Chapter 9
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Helion POV
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I was eating lunch with my brother Hevash when we sensed it, The natural essence around us began to fluctuate and then flooded all in one direction. I merely had look of surprise while my brother, who was in the middle of eating, had his mouth open in an expression of abject confusion, He was better at long range sensing, whatever it was it was shocking to say the least.
He dropped his food and began running towards the training hall, it was this that remind me when Azron probably was. I start to run as well.
Me and Hevash reach the hall at the same time, what we see shocks me. I see 6 kids surrounding Theo and kicking him on the ground, it seems they used a suppression circle. Then I see Azron, at least what I assume is Azron. It's a hulking figure at least 8 feet tall and a body bulging with muscle and covered in pitch black armour. Its hair was grown to the middle of its back, it was a mix of black and silver. Its eyes were shining a celestial blue and on its back were wings, Azrons wings.
The creature, no Azron looked at the kids kicking Theo with a calm cool and collected indifference. Yet somewhere deep in its eyes was unfathomable rage, I could only assume that was Azron behind the large exterior.
From beside me I hear my brother.
“Fuck”
Rightly so, Azron had picked up one of the children by putting his arm through the child's stomach, We could heal the wound but still, intense. Before this escalated I intervene.
“Azron stop now” I scream.
He turns his head towards me, initially think this will be over soon. I then realize something from its cold stare, Im not talking to azron. I'm talking to something else.
“Havesh” I hiss towards my brother.
“What” He still thinks this is a normal assimilation, assimilation would be easy to deal wilt. He seems quite happy, this will ruin it though.
“It's a primal bloodline” I'm not sure what else it could be.
His face loses color. Primal bloodline means they have an inherent instinct guardian that guides them when they need it. They usually show no mercy or reason. There just instinct.
Suddenly Azron drops the child, It begins to talk to itself.
“The child will not grow here, He must be tempered”
The voice it used will give me nightmare. It was deep and imposing like a demon, It really pulled the whole image together. Black wings black armour and the pearly white skin under the armour.
While the voice was imposing the message was strange, How would it leave, primal instinct lasts for minutes at most and...
It was at this moment it waved its hand and the very fabric of reality trembled. The hall shock as well as the rest of the base as what seemed to be existence itself tore open, it was like a rip you would see in a cloth, except in the middle of the air and on the other side was an unending forest. Somewhere far away.
It begins walking towards the crack, before it steps in however it raises its hand, energy rushes towards it and forms a crystal. It a location guide, it's like the ones we use to guide people around the base, this one is for general locations though.Then it walks through and the tear snaps shut , everything returns to normal within a second like nothing had happened. The only remnant of this event was the screaming child on the floor with his guts splayed out on the floor in front of him.
As others begin to pool into the hall and ask questions I can only stare dumbfounded at what just happened. How could something that that lurk inside a kid like Azron.
Azron POV
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I can hear the soft gurgling of a stream, soft damp grass pressing against my face and the gentle breeze above my head.
Whats going on
I'm not in the base, i'm somewhere else. I struggle to get up my body feels like it's been beaten and broken. I groan as I lift my body it resists at first but I win out. After getting up, to my knees at least, I look around. I'm surrounded by trees, low hanging vines and boulders bigger than I am. I can see mountains in the far distance some big some small.
I panic and start to shout for helion, theo, havesh, tenlux...anyone. I give out a shout of defeat and sit on a boulder with a backrest.
Maybe there are some answers in my soul sea. What else can I do.
Delving into my island there are indeed differences. For a starters there is my shape, it's grown, substantially. It now stands an imposing 8 feet tall the wings are larger, the armour is more modern like the type i've seen around the base designed for performance not pure cover defence. and floating around the body was a blue energy which color resembled the shapes eyes. From the body I could see as the energy was flowing into my physical body. I didn't know what it did but now's not the time.
I try looking around the island but I find nothing to explain what happened. I return to looking at my shape, mostly because i'm curious. I know the form I was in when I was unconscious was this one. I look dead into its eyes and I can't move it then talks to me.
Weak now, must be tempered, crystal will guide the way back when enough power gained.
The voice echoed in my head, what did it mean, does it mean me. Im weak? What crystal. Returning to my physical body I look around, I feel an itching on my wrist and look down. In my wrist is a slightly larger version of the guide crystal to the base.
I sit on the rock still trying to digest the information, This is what I came up with.
I was somehow transported to a forest in the middle of nowhere.
My shapes a right asshole. It somehow did this.
And i'm naked, I don't know why but my clothes are gone.
It was the last point that really bugged me. It wasn't freezing, the sun was high in the sky. But it was the thought.
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Ive decided to explore my new environment, I will survive here for a while it seems, Estimating the distance and looking at the climate I am very far away from the base. I'm in no condition for a long journey either. Im looking for shelter at the moment, so i'm heading towards the mountain to look for a cave.
Passing a lake I feel thirst so I wade into the lake and start guzzling water.
Feeling refreshed I prepare to go but my body freezes as if there is an invisible pressure weighing down on me. I turn to look at the opposite shore and see some sort of red beast. It slowly walks around the lake till its on my shore and it looks at me dead in my eyes, throughout its slow journey I couldn't move. The pressure increases. Fire ignites around it, There's only one thought in my mind at this point.
I can't fight this.
So I run or to be more exact I fly. Unfurling my wings I shoot into the air the further I get from the ground the less pressure I feel.
Before the transport I couldn't have flown, the wings didn't have enough power, yet now the felt different bigger, stronger as if there more than just their physical power helping. They could hold more power. Making my body lighter I forgot the previous encounter and fly. Charging lightning into my wings I fly at speeds that were inhuman, Up in the air and through some trees I flew. The wings responded to my thoughts and reaction, they were me and I was them.
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Looking below I see what I know see as a large cat, which is on fire, glaring at me from the ground below. I decide to do nothing to it and make my escape.
I fly to the mountain range to look for shelter.
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A few days have passed since my initial arrival here, I've taken to calling this place the deep green. I call it the in honour of its abundance of trees, it looked like a sea of green from my cave vantage point. Speaking of the cave it was in the middle of a shear cliff face inaccessible unless you can fly. Luckily I can.
Over the past few days i've figured out a few things about this place. The most important discovery, only the strong survive.
I was scoping out the lake where I saw the fire cat before when I saw its course. Being eaten by a rat. Judging by the wounds on the cat's body, which were tiny rat sized holes, the rat killed it. I didn't stay for long considering the rat seemed to be watching me.
I also seem to be the only thing that can fly around here, Good thing too, i've nearly died a few times. If they could follow me into the clouds I think I would be dead.
Ive also gotten new clothes. I fashioned a knife out of stone using lightning, a task that I didn't want to go through again, I made a few racks exploded and the shards hit me leaving multiple wounds, I seem to heal fast though. I found a deer like creature one of the few things I could kill, fell from the sky did a few ‘jumps’ using my void abilities and cut the animal's throat. I did this a few times due to the fact I burnt the first ones meat and fur by accident while cooking. I've gotten quite adept at crafting pelt clothing.
Today I see a storm. I could see the lightning flashing in the clouds, I felt the dull rumbling majesty of the thunder. Something in me, instinct I think, compels me to fly into the storm.
So that is what I will do.
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Theo POV
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Sitting up panting after coming out the nothingness of unconsciousness I blindly start throwing power, I feel fear and humiliation, I was beaten and could do nothing. My strikes are stopped and i'm forced down by an unseen force. I see my father holding me down and my mother has a murderous expression.
It's explained to me what has happened, I can guess the reason for my mother's anger. I was conscious for the last part. When Azron left.
It's my fault,if i was stronger it wouldn't of happened, my parents try to convince me other wise but I know the truth and because of that I will grow and I will find him. Thinking my thoughts I feel fire and blood pulse through me and my eyes burn red.
Fire is me and I fire.
The crimson flame bleeds.
Those two lines resonate in my mind and soul.
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Azron POV
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Weeks or months have passed I can't tell. In the grand storm when I first arrived I broke through 8 levels of storm sphere refinement in one go. Im currently working on the 10th and final level.
The increase of power in the storm orb has caused my lightning to become terrifying. It's been infused my entire shape giving the armour veins of lightning running through it. And I'm nearing enough control to nearly make weapon shapes out of the lightning. The feather I can make using the blue silver power of my shape are nearly solid and can penetrate a few inches of rock. They can also either remain solid or explode.
The lightning orb wasn't the only one that had improved and was nearing the individual island stage. Both the void and battle orbs were at the same level.
Increasing the void orb took meditation, I slipped into a state where I was floating in nothingness and everything at the same time it was strange. Im now able to telepost faster and the net has increased but only by 2 meters making the net and 8 by 8 or meaning I must still be within a good distance of a target. Its also formed an awareness of everything inside of the net, I see everything that moves.
The battle sphere seemed to absorb the blood of the beasts I hunted. I can now exude pressure like the pressure I felt on the first day here. There's not much here I can't hunt anymore, I guess this place wasn't meant to be that hard to get through.
Speaking of which practicing activities that harmonized with the orbs increased their power, not just using the essence from my sea.
I'm pretty sure in a normal environment like the base I wouldn't have been able to make progress like this.
Two days pass and my lightning breaks past the final barrier. Now I train the void.
It doesn't take long, as soon as all three break past the final point they glow.
They expand and fly into different directions. Each of them draw my attention, needing my guidence for something. I go to the Storm sphere first.
It seems it wants to have something formed inside of it. I look for the instinct which has guided me before, I gives me visions of me using a blurry weapon. Because it was blurry I quickly receive the idea of shaping a weapon.
For the lightning I wanted a spear to quickly strike my targets but also something to crush them with, LIke the power of thunder and lightning. I envision a staff with a blade that was thicker than the width of my palm and double edged. I think the design came from a glaives.
The weapon forms and seems to be made of a silver medal entirely as if it was one continuous piece, It had straight lines of blue light down its shaft and the blade.
As it came into being inside of the storm sphere, the sphere exploded and flew a small distance from the current island and another island was formed. It had the glaive in the middle and around it swirled a chaotic storm of wind and lightning. My guess as the moment is that I feed the seas essence to the weapon for future refinement.
Moving on to void sphere the process was the same however I formed two long daggers, about 16 inches long and two fingers wide double edged. I formed chains connected to the end of each of the daggers. After this the sphere flew off and created it isalnd.
The battle sphere changed quality but it wasn't able to form a weapon. The red and silver inside it split. The red flew off and created an island the had a waterfall of blood, I can assume this is some manifestation of the pressure I can put forth. The silver stayed as if I needed to command it. I would leave it for later to figure out.
I exit my soul's sea. I've been sitting in this cave for hours and my ass is numb.
I can't even remember how long i've been in this area. The days blurred together. Standing up from my previous reclined position I stretch my body and let my power flow through my body.
I realize i can feel the weapons that I had just formed, It was like the first time I felt th pressence of my wings. I grin.
Do I have real weapons now?
Stretching out my hand lightning erupts and forms a straight line and after a blinding flash in my hand sits my glaive. Smiling I put my lightning in it, it flows into the glaive like an extension of my body.
I swing at the rock wall and expect the blade to leave a small scratch. It cuts clean through the rock.
I grin and giggle a little. I have a new toy.
End of Chapter 9
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