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Date Posted: 02:20:38 10/10/02 Thu
Beautiful.
Thus was the first thought as the boy, having been taught all his life to apperciate that which is real..that which is right there infront of you, thought when he first gazed upon the Astral plane. The multitude of colors and senses too subtle for the Material plane overwhelming him...
He sought Zenra. She was the only Forgotten he knew...she would know this strange dual power he felt, stirring within him...esctasy and pain, mixing in a constant tumble toward something unique...with her to guide him..and his Father to train him as he so wanted to before...
He would be the perfect warrior against the Vampires..or so he thought.
Zenra however, was not the one to greet him, his soul tumbling about the ethers, searching thru vortices in a wild attempt to contact a goddess...
A sudden jerk of his eyes, revealing himself on a beach, his naked feet irritated by the white grains...not finding it in the least odd about his surroundings, the tide slowly retreating from the strange intruder, shifting his gaze toward a figure wading in the water..
All he saw was the figure's back, short silver shards slowly swaying in the sea air, only then did he notice that he was...as he was!
Brown tail swiftly moving about, his body upset in some strange anxiety that he couldn't register. His hair the same normal brown, not the eerie midnight blue it so recently transfered to...
So the other..
As if listening to his twin's thoughts, the other turned, Kiasin turned, the silver hair whipping about furiously almost as the emerald eyes regarded the light blue.
The scene departed with those eyes left upon his vision, as sunbursts are when one dares to look upon the shining globe...his soul still drifting thru the astral winds, the feeling one encounters when a dream can barely be remembered brushing across his soul...
You wish to understand yourself?
The question simply filled his being, as is vibrating from his entire essence...yet he could not have answered himself in such a voice..could he?
To be one thing...then to have your soul so changed by another foreign force....no longer Clean..no longer as simple as you once were....
Have you ever felt a terror of being paralized...to know one is completely helpless? That one can do nothing. The thoughts whispered in my mind as the voice continued it's echos as I felt myself literally pushed back into my physical shell, feeling my soul stretch out to every finger and toe, blissful union, then feeling my body refuse to awaken.
I understand you...Kiasin. We share a unique bond...both sharing the Angelic bond that we were not born with. And you...so young..so brave, and so dangerous.
Dangerous? No I'm not....I'm not even a mere ant compared to any of my family...I'm weak...
No your not. Not in the way your considering weakness. Your mortal, and your not consumed by power....thus..your probably the most powerful being ever..for those in power...are powerless.
Gee..that makes sense who ever the fuck you are...
My..arn't we touchy...Zenra...cannot teach you is what I'm trying to tell you, but I will...we share a bond...that not even she could understand.
His blood shimmered in excitement...finally...some understanding...at last...
Heh..not so fast. I don't give this power or knowledge to anyone...You must pass my tests....in the timeless realms of the soul. Prepare yourself Kiasin...for you will either grow to love me or hate me when we are done...
He welcomed the challenge, and thus. The Boy was bombarded with not tests of martial prowness, but choices that represented his demeanor. Problems of ethics and prinicibles a constant recurring lesson with this strange eerie voice that grew quiet familiar to him...thankfully the voice shared a variety of emotions...otherwise..he thought, he would lose his nerve and go insane from the constant voice that seemed to come from no where.
The Boy's eyes finally opened on their own regard, their emerald brilliance shattering the moonlight that seemed to invade upon his person, the light smirk revealing so much of his hertiage one could simply sigh..shake their head knowingly, and leave it to the being bearing that mark.
As for the trainer, he hoped the boy would do a far better job then he. For the Saiyajin blood so lusted for battle...and then there was indeed, the fear of Forbiddion..a unholy union should the boy go tred into that threshold...but he hoped...and prayed...this boy would be one of the many champions that Zenra would need....or perhaps the boy was simple Kami trying to pay back his debt to the world
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