A legend passed down from generation to generation, inspiring countless children to pursue the path of martial arts to become like that radiant existence, Gale. Without a doubt Gale and Fyreon were figures who's names would resound throughout the hearts of millions of people around the world. The dream like story's had been true though, a legend come to life.
The dramatic experiences that the boy had undergone over the past day had all been taxing on both his metal and physical strength. And now with this ginormous revelation the boy couldn't cope any longer. Like a spray of water dousing a flickering candle his remaining strength gave out. A sea of darkness engulfed the boys vision and the last thing he heard was a wet thud as his head fell onto the cold stone floor.
A rushing breeze danced across the boys face as his conciseness returned to him. Groggily lifting his head he found himself back in that vast expanse of grassland. The grass was swaying along with the gentle breeze. The boy lay around 100 metres from the great building he had found Fyreon in. All of a sudden a giant gust of wind buffeted the boy. Looking heavenwards the youth could see a giant black blot blocking a portion of the light given off by the great barrier in the sky. A great pair of jagged wings unfolded enabled Fyreon to dance in mid air like a leaf. The youth could see the immense proportions of those wings of Fyreons. With a shuddering motion Fyreon disappeared from the sky. The wide eyed boy blinked twice believing his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Good sleep Youngling?" The recognisable voice that sounded like the planet quaking announced Fyreons presence behind him.
Startled the boy quickly turned around to see Fyreon sunning himself on the grass. The bright light glittered upon his crimson scales making him appear to be a blazing pyre in this green ocean of grass. "How did you just move so fast, such movement shouldn't be physically possible?" The boy queried, his curiosity voicing itself.
"What I just did was utilise a formidable manoeuvring technique that I created myself Youngling" Fyreon paused before continuing "but you must understand Youngling possibility is a realm that doesn't exist where I'm taking you" Fyreon answered cryptically as he further explained.
The youths disrespectful question had been given voice, as the boy realised who the legendary figure he was talking to was he quickly tried to make amends. After all he had addressed the past leaders of the clan as elders, so how could he address his clans founders closest friend any less respectfully "please let me address you as master from now on, I cannot talk to one of your status without honourifics" this sudden request earned a strange look from Fyreon.
"So be it if those are you customs Youngling" Fyreon replied before looking the youth once over. "It appears your well rested Youngling after your rest I see no reason to delay your training"
The youths heavy heart immediately perked up at hearing this, however a thought entered the boys mind. "Master, before when I tried to execute the Earths Heavenly Flame dance as the dance progressed all the energy I had collected escaped from my body, will this hinder me from practicing further?"
"Youngling this only further proves your well of talent, the energy you collected was rejected by your soul because of the earth and water energy that you had collected along with the sky energy, proving the strong affinity your soul has for sky energy" Fyreon laughed at the boys unfounded worries. "Now then on to the matter of your training, you see the stone tablets that are scattered around the area?" A nod of confirmation from the boy and Fyreon continued "my master imparted his expansive martial knowledge to me on these stone tablets, among these tablets are some of my masters greatest techniques" The young boy was entirely awed , to think that he had access to the legendary Gales techniques was a ecstatic feeling for the boy. Fyreon continued "However Youngling you won't hinder yourself learning such techniques, most of them are techniques that only my master could use effectively. You shall only learn his greatest technique"
The boy took all of this information in before questioning Fyreon "What was your masters greatest technique?" Awe filled the boys voice as he thought of the great power this technique must have.
"Youngling my master was known across the world because of the dance he developed to absorb only sky energy, this was his most formidable weapon. Comparing a common practitioner whom practiced the Earths Heavenly Flames technique, who had taken in as much energy as my master, to my master the difference in power between the two would be as great as heaven and earth" Fyreon explained to the boy highlighting the power of this great technique.
"Youngling I took the liberty of retrieving this tablet, containing the secrets to practice my masters technique" with a slight movement Fyreon revealed a stone tablet much like the others scattered around this vast plain. However unlike the other tablets this one had an aura of power surrounding it, as if it held the secret to unlocking Hells gates. A shiver ran down the boys spine as he was raptured by the beautiful power of this tablet. Fyreon gently manoeuvred the stone tablet onto the ground so it was facing upwards. Upon the stones surface those strange engravings glared with contempt at the boy. However unlike all the other tablets the boy had seen there were 50 frames depicting a human figure pulling various poses in all 50 frames.
"Youngling these are the various stages of the dance, there's no need to read the engravings upon this tablet, it just announces the name of this technique as Heavens Tempest and how only a select few may have success in practicing Heavens Tempest. The important part of this tablet are these pictures. Begin whenever your ready Youngling" Fyreon looked expectantly at the boy.
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Under the pressure of Fyreons heavy gaze the young boy took the first stance. With awkward movements the boy transitioned into the second stance and so on clumsily transitioning into the other 48 stances one by one. As he neared the end of the dance an electric feeling bolted through his body as a thin trickle of energy seeped into his body. He could feel the concentration of energy traversing through the valleys and mountains that was his body and as it neared the centre of his chest he could feel something shake violently in anticipation of their fated meeting. The boy could only presume this quivering existence inside his body was his soul. The boy carried on performing the dance having completed the dance once and starting it from the beginning again. As the youth began to make the dance flow faster and smoother the speed the energy travelled through his body at increased exponentially. The first of that strange energy began to fuse with the area he assumed was his soul.
"Youngling be prepared, the first time such pure concentrated energy meets your soul will be an important time. The energy will be formless like all aspects of the sky, however to stabilise the energy you must choose a certain aspect for the energy to take on, this decision will strongly affect your development later on. I can only suggest you take what form your heart beckons you to chose" Fyreon warned the boy giving him a chilling forecast of what the youth was about to undergo.
Lightning seemed to strike the youth as he went rigid. All of a sudden he could feel everything Inside of his body. He could feel the fibres making up his muscles that clung to his bones, he could feel the blood pumping through his veins and arteries. He could feel his soul. It was a small sphere with intangible edges, it was impossible to define where his soul began and his flesh ended. He could feel the sky energy he had absorbed coursing though his body towards his soul, upon arriving it plunged straight inside of the core of the boy. Inside of his soul he could feel that energy undergo a change. It became like the gentle breeze of the desert plains, and at the same time it became like a ravenous hurricane however it was continually changing. The boy felt he could will the energy into any form he wanted, he could make it gentle like a warm summers wind or he could make it like the clouds, formless and ever changing.
"This is an important period Youngling, ponder carefully upon what your heart wants and let the form of your energy match that" The boy listened to Fyreons voice externally however he's conciseness still resided within his soul. Musing upon what to do the boy wandered upon his purpose in life. Renege. It was quite simple the boy existed solely to destroy the creature that destroyed his ancient clan. Thinking about the black dragon that took everything away from him rage bubbled inside of his heart. Tempests came into creation inside of his soul, insidious lighting continuously flashed through dark clouds and thunder rolled around roaring in rage. The boy didn't bother trying to quell this raging tempest, he knew even if he tried he couldn't.
Upon making his decision the boys focus drifted away from his soul returning to the external world. Fyreon peered down at the young boy who was standing rigid, every single muscle in the boys body appeared taut. He had been like this for nearly 30 minutes. With an exhalation the boy relaxed and sagged to the ground. "Well Youngling what aspect of the sky did you form?"
Silently looking upwards the boy replied "inside of my soul a storm rages"
"Youngling you have yet to conform to my expectations" Fyreon showed no reaction to the youths revelation, just closely watched the young boy who now say solemnly on the floor. "How do you feel Youngling?"
The young boy looked down at his hands. He could feel electricity running though his body. This electricity stemmed from his soul and wherever it went and whatever it touched became stronger. It was a strange sensation. Looking up into Fyreons eyes the youth replied "I feel strong" saying so the boy slowly got up.
"Your soul and body have just undergone a massive transformation Youngling, spend a few minutes learning your new limits" Fyreon looked down at the body, what appears to be a smile graced the dragons lips. With a spring the boy leapt up 5 feet into the air. Landing upon the balls of his feet he appeared to be as light as a autumn leaf falling from a tree. The electricity had stopped running rampant through his body returning to the inner depths of his soul.
"I feel as if I could run to the ends of the earth" the boy said in shock and awe. The changes that he had just undergone had been so drastic however he had never heard of such an experience where when one first absorbed energy their body underwent such transformations. "Master how come I underwent such drastic changes immediately? Never before have I heard or seen of such circumstances" the youth turned to an entity greater than him, whom he was beginning to view as omnipotent and omniscient, in his search for answers.
"Youngling the changes that you've perceived in yourself are so radical because you only absorbed sky energy, when others absorb energy they will take in all three types hence the effects are dulled, the body will still be strengthened however no where near as quickly or to such an extent as when one absorbs only one type of energy" Fyreon answered the questioning youth. "You may be stronger Youngling however your still a tadpole swimming in a sea of sharks"
"Fear not I intend to get much stronger master" the young boy said whilst staring intently at his own two hands. The feeling of getting stronger was intoxicating, and the boy desired more than anything else to have the power to take revenge with theses two hands of his. The dark path of revenge had sunk it's teeth into the boy fuelling his desire for power.