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. . . minutes earlier . . .
It was a fairly bright night. The sky was a clear deep blue, almost black, and the stars shone overhead, hundreds of thousands visible, and millions more so far away that no human could hope to gaze upon their glory.
The glowing balls of gas shed a pale blue light down upon Earth, making everything appear unreal and eerie. Buildings, wrecked and rusted cars, even the few people in the street and huddled under the overhangings of crumbling buildings, had an ethereal quality to them on this night, but Rael paid no mind to the strange lighting.
It had been two days since his march away from the market with the friendly lady in it, and the time spent travelling in this period was continually wearing him down. Each of his steps dragged over the ground, just barely, but a noticeable difference in his normal gait. His once black pants and white shirt were beginning to look more and more like each other, stains from the rain, and dust he encounter all throughout each of his days beginning to turn them to shades of gray.
The heavy bag on his back, saddled with food that had only barely been used, did little to help him. It seemed to want to drag him to the ground more and more with each step he took, and failing that it wanted to make his shoulders completely numb of feeling, which they were.
Despite all this Rael refused to rest at all. Even though his muscles were aching from exhaustion and his feet were sore and probably forming blisters, he didn't allow himself to halt, or even slow down. It was at the latter end of the year and night came sooner at this time than at any other, meaning the sky was a poor for measurement of time and he still had much more walking to do.
Rael didn't sigh in acceptance, didn't make a sound to show his discomfort, just plodded onwards, doing his best not to show what he was really feeling.
From a plane that wasn't wholly real, Kerius nodded his silent approval at the boy's solid will and strength. Rael was setting a pace for their travels that most adults would have been hard pressed to keep up with. At 22 miles of walking a day, the child was pushing the limits of his spirit energy and body, bringing himself to the edge of collapse each day, each moment . . . but never tumbling over. Why it was possible was beyond the knowledge of the ancient spirit, but how? How was another question.
Perseverance. If Rael had anything, he had that in spades. It was what drove him, made him continue despite the difficulty and hardship, despite the sudden and total change in his lifestyle. It went beyond the need for survival, or even curiosity to find his destiny . . . it was simply who he was.
How many others on the world could claim to having such a steadfast desire to succeed?
Kerius sighed. Too few was the answer. If there had been more people with Rael's drive and goodness, then perhaps . . . perhaps there would never have been a need for there to be chosen one. Perhaps even, evil never would have existed . . .
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. . . minutes earlier . . .
It was a fairly bright night. The sky was a clear deep blue, almost black, and the stars shone overhead, hundreds of thousands visible, and millions more so far away that no human could hope to gaze upon their glory.
The glowing balls of gas shed a pale blue light down upon Earth, making everything appear unreal and eerie. Buildings, wrecked and rusted cars, even the few people in the street and huddled under the overhangings of crumbling buildings, had an ethereal quality to them on this night, but Rael paid no mind to the strange lighting.
It had been two days since his march away from the market with the friendly lady in it, and the time spent travelling in this period was continually wearing him down. Each of his steps dragged over the ground, just barely, but a noticeable difference in his normal gait. His once black pants and white shirt were beginning to look more and more like each other, stains from the rain, and dust he encounter all throughout each of his days beginning to turn them to shades of gray.
The heavy bag on his back, saddled with food that had only barely been used, did little to help him. It seemed to want to drag him to the ground more and more with each step he took, and failing that it wanted to make his shoulders completely numb of feeling, which they were.
Despite all this Rael refused to rest at all. Even though his muscles were aching from exhaustion and his feet were sore and probably forming blisters, he didn't allow himself to halt, or even slow down. It was at the latter end of the year and night came sooner at this time than at any other, meaning the sky was a poor for measurement of time and he still had much more walking to do.
Rael didn't sigh in acceptance, didn't make a sound to show his discomfort, just plodded onwards, doing his best not to show what he was really feeling.
From a plane that wasn't wholly real, Kerius nodded his silent approval at the boy's solid will and strength. Rael was setting a pace for their travels that most adults would have been hard pressed to keep up with. At 22 miles of walking a day, the child was pushing the limits of his spirit energy and body, bringing himself to the edge of collapse each day, each moment . . . but never tumbling over. Why it was possible was beyond the knowledge of the ancient spirit, but how? How was another question.
Perseverance. If Rael had anything, he had that in spades. It was what drove him, made him continue despite the difficulty and hardship, despite the sudden and total change in his lifestyle. It went beyond the need for survival, or even curiosity to find his destiny . . . it was simply who he was.
How many others on the world could claim to having such a steadfast desire to succeed?
Kerius sighed. Too few was the answer. If there had been more people with Rael's drive and goodness, then perhaps . . . perhaps there would never have been a need for there to be chosen one. Perhaps even, evil never would have existed . . .
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The spirit extended his senses through that of Rael's, enhancing them for his use while leaving them in their "normal" state for Rael. It wasn't an act or precaution he'd usually have taken, but this wasn't usually.
He didn't like the neighborhood in which he and his companion were travelling. It had obviously seen better days. The dark shadows and narrow alley ways, the wrecked hulks of damaged and abandoned vehicles, the plain desolation of the tight packed buildings . . . add in a few skeletons and the place would have looked exactly like the place it was. The home for the dead, dying, or worse.
This entire stretch of New Gingertown reeked of hopelessness and despair. The sheer squalor in which the people who made their homes here lived was unbelievable.
Why wasn't anyone doing anything about this? Were the people of Earth completely blind? Here he was, a spirit dead for better than 4,000 years, coming into a section of town in which these humans had known about for what must have been decades. Even him, out of date as he was could see the desperate straits these people lived in, didn't anyone else? Couldn't they?
The Spirit shook himself. He was getting upset over something in which he had no control over. He had no body to himself, and little in the way of physical power to speak of. What could he do? The answer: Nothing.
He began to shut himself out from the world again, no longer wishing to monitor this dead stretch of city. It was pointless. What would he hear but the cries of desperate men, women, and children as they struggled to survive?
And he almost missed it.
A low whistling, that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Time slowed down as he directed his "eyes" through Rael's skull and saw the club streaking down towards them with deliberate and deadly intent. No time for words, no time to do anything but react. He sent the alert speeding through Rael's neurons at the subconscious level, and the boy responded in kind, though he wasn't sure why . . .
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A split second before Oron's nightstick connected with the kid's head, the boy ducked under the blow smoothly and continued walking without even turning around, completely unaware of the danger he was in and the attack he'd barely avoided.
Surprised and irritated at once, Oron struck again, aiming a quick and deadly swipe at the child's head once more, but Rael dodged to the side so deftly that the thug missed his mark, spinning around on his axis once before he managed to catch his balance.
Oron's anger began to rise at this. This should have been over by now. At this instant he'd expected to be fingering the boy's body for any valuables then tossing him over his shoulder for a quick trip down to the workhouses in the sewers. It should have been easy, but he'd slightly under estimated the amount of effort he'd need to put into this project.
"Hey you, kid!" He snapped. "Stop where you are, you're coming with me." With a movement made swift through years of practice, Oron released the knife up his sleeve and let it slip into his hand. "Don't make a sound. If you try and call for help, I'll kill you, honest to god."
He didn't like the neighborhood in which he and his companion were travelling. It had obviously seen better days. The dark shadows and narrow alley ways, the wrecked hulks of damaged and abandoned vehicles, the plain desolation of the tight packed buildings . . . add in a few skeletons and the place would have looked exactly like the place it was. The home for the dead, dying, or worse.
This entire stretch of New Gingertown reeked of hopelessness and despair. The sheer squalor in which the people who made their homes here lived was unbelievable.
Why wasn't anyone doing anything about this? Were the people of Earth completely blind? Here he was, a spirit dead for better than 4,000 years, coming into a section of town in which these humans had known about for what must have been decades. Even him, out of date as he was could see the desperate straits these people lived in, didn't anyone else? Couldn't they?
The Spirit shook himself. He was getting upset over something in which he had no control over. He had no body to himself, and little in the way of physical power to speak of. What could he do? The answer: Nothing.
He began to shut himself out from the world again, no longer wishing to monitor this dead stretch of city. It was pointless. What would he hear but the cries of desperate men, women, and children as they struggled to survive?
And he almost missed it.
A low whistling, that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Time slowed down as he directed his "eyes" through Rael's skull and saw the club streaking down towards them with deliberate and deadly intent. No time for words, no time to do anything but react. He sent the alert speeding through Rael's neurons at the subconscious level, and the boy responded in kind, though he wasn't sure why . . .
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A split second before Oron's nightstick connected with the kid's head, the boy ducked under the blow smoothly and continued walking without even turning around, completely unaware of the danger he was in and the attack he'd barely avoided.
Surprised and irritated at once, Oron struck again, aiming a quick and deadly swipe at the child's head once more, but Rael dodged to the side so deftly that the thug missed his mark, spinning around on his axis once before he managed to catch his balance.
Oron's anger began to rise at this. This should have been over by now. At this instant he'd expected to be fingering the boy's body for any valuables then tossing him over his shoulder for a quick trip down to the workhouses in the sewers. It should have been easy, but he'd slightly under estimated the amount of effort he'd need to put into this project.
"Hey you, kid!" He snapped. "Stop where you are, you're coming with me." With a movement made swift through years of practice, Oron released the knife up his sleeve and let it slip into his hand. "Don't make a sound. If you try and call for help, I'll kill you, honest to god."
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You sure do like those cliff hangers, but great job and keep it up.
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SA, your story is absolutely amazing 
I love it! The story itself is very intriguing, the characters are great, the writing is fantastic, and I just love the concept of a pure good person, and also the majin demon congrats! Keep it going!
I love it! The story itself is very intriguing, the characters are great, the writing is fantastic, and I just love the concept of a pure good person, and also the majin demon congrats! Keep it going!
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Before Rael could take another step, or even turn around to see the speaker of the threat, he found his pack ripped from himself, then he himself was grabbed from behind, one strong arm wrapped around his waist while the free hand kept the point of the knife at his neck.
"You heard me child, no sound," Oron hissed in his ear, then began to make his way back to the alleyway cautiously, his head swinging left and right constantly to spot anyone that might see the kidnapping in progress.
Rael had both his eyes focused on the blade in front of him. He didn't dare move. One jerk of his attackers hand and . . .
They were almost into the enfolding darkness of the alleyway now.
Quelling the panic over the situation that was rising in him, Kerius allowed his mental presence to increase in the boy mind. For the love of god child, we have no time for this, break free of this hooligan at once so we can be on our way.
The boy nodded inwardly, then frowned. How?
The spirit mentally rolled his eyes. He'd forgotten that the child's parents hadn't taught him a thing about martial arts. After all, there would have been plenty of time for training when he was older, right?
His lack of knowledge though didn't really matter though. Rael's raw, mostly untapped strength would be more than enough to make the clown holding him pay.
It was all up to Rael however, to defeat this man. If he couldn't call upon the powers that lay at his command and use them very, very soon . . . no, best not to think about the consequences such a failure would mean for him, Rael, and possibly the entire universe.
Just follow my instructions and you'll be alright. Relax your breathing, feel it flow through your veins and filter into your muscles . . . good, let the breath swell inside your muscles, hardening them, strengthening them.
Rael followed the instructions of the man co-inhabiting his body, somewhat doubtful, but curious as to what this would accomplish. Suddenly warmth seemed to flood through him, streaming down his arms and legs, giving him a heady rush. Pure power pulsed throughout his entire body, and the young boy barely had the will to control it all. His small form let off a faint white glow as the ki seeped through his skin, warming, and then burning the air around him, and, consequently, Oron.
He cursed in pain and dropped the child mere steps from the entrance to his safe haven, his entire shirt front browned and smoking from the heat it had been subjected too.
Rael landed lightly on his feet, confused at the man's sudden move, and Kerius nodded, pleased at Rael's easy manipulation of his own internal energy, then focused and formed his thoughts into coherent words. Excellent, now give him a gentle shove, so that he knows that we don't want to go anywhere with him.
Rael did as he was instructed, walking up to the tall figure who was just beginning to recover from his light burns, then the boy shoved against his stomach with both hands, sending the much older and much larger man flying across the street. Oron landed in a heap on the other side, rolling to a stop next to an abandoned and graffitied grocery store and lapsed into unconsciousness. He had no final coherent thoughts on his mind at this moment, only a feeling of utter disbelief.
Unconscious of the supernatural feat he'd just accomplished, Rael gazed at the man piteuosly for a moment, then retrieved his fallen backpack and resumed his journey.
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oos: Thanks Hostile
Vegeta_master, yeah, thanks for pointing that out. Sometimes I just run out of the will to write, but I'll try to make sure a section of the story is complete before taking a break from now on.
"You heard me child, no sound," Oron hissed in his ear, then began to make his way back to the alleyway cautiously, his head swinging left and right constantly to spot anyone that might see the kidnapping in progress.
Rael had both his eyes focused on the blade in front of him. He didn't dare move. One jerk of his attackers hand and . . .
They were almost into the enfolding darkness of the alleyway now.
Quelling the panic over the situation that was rising in him, Kerius allowed his mental presence to increase in the boy mind. For the love of god child, we have no time for this, break free of this hooligan at once so we can be on our way.
The boy nodded inwardly, then frowned. How?
The spirit mentally rolled his eyes. He'd forgotten that the child's parents hadn't taught him a thing about martial arts. After all, there would have been plenty of time for training when he was older, right?
His lack of knowledge though didn't really matter though. Rael's raw, mostly untapped strength would be more than enough to make the clown holding him pay.
It was all up to Rael however, to defeat this man. If he couldn't call upon the powers that lay at his command and use them very, very soon . . . no, best not to think about the consequences such a failure would mean for him, Rael, and possibly the entire universe.
Just follow my instructions and you'll be alright. Relax your breathing, feel it flow through your veins and filter into your muscles . . . good, let the breath swell inside your muscles, hardening them, strengthening them.
Rael followed the instructions of the man co-inhabiting his body, somewhat doubtful, but curious as to what this would accomplish. Suddenly warmth seemed to flood through him, streaming down his arms and legs, giving him a heady rush. Pure power pulsed throughout his entire body, and the young boy barely had the will to control it all. His small form let off a faint white glow as the ki seeped through his skin, warming, and then burning the air around him, and, consequently, Oron.
He cursed in pain and dropped the child mere steps from the entrance to his safe haven, his entire shirt front browned and smoking from the heat it had been subjected too.
Rael landed lightly on his feet, confused at the man's sudden move, and Kerius nodded, pleased at Rael's easy manipulation of his own internal energy, then focused and formed his thoughts into coherent words. Excellent, now give him a gentle shove, so that he knows that we don't want to go anywhere with him.
Rael did as he was instructed, walking up to the tall figure who was just beginning to recover from his light burns, then the boy shoved against his stomach with both hands, sending the much older and much larger man flying across the street. Oron landed in a heap on the other side, rolling to a stop next to an abandoned and graffitied grocery store and lapsed into unconsciousness. He had no final coherent thoughts on his mind at this moment, only a feeling of utter disbelief.
Unconscious of the supernatural feat he'd just accomplished, Rael gazed at the man piteuosly for a moment, then retrieved his fallen backpack and resumed his journey.
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oos: Thanks Hostile
Vegeta_master, yeah, thanks for pointing that out. Sometimes I just run out of the will to write, but I'll try to make sure a section of the story is complete before taking a break from now on.
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No, you don't get it I like the cliff hangers they make you come back to the therad more and more, but you don't need them to make me come back this is a brilliant story, how do you do it (not expecting answer it's a compliment). Yea sometimes I run out o...
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Finally. 3 more days of hard travelling had paid off.
Rael sat on the edge of North City harbor, his eyes focused on a spot far in the distance, his legs hanging over the side of the artificial shore.
He had been in the same spot for hours, searching the horizon for nothing in particular, completely ignoring the seagulls that flew over head, and the swarms of gnats that seemed to be irritating everyone else but him.
He was in a state of focus that came from the problem he was faced with, one he had yet to come up with a viable solution to.
Directly ahead of him, more or less, was his final destination. Another two to three day's travel and he would reach Tijen-riu holdings and safety. The only problem was the 150 miles of ocean separating him and the island. Now, for an adult, this would have presented only a small problem, after all, it was only 15 dollars to rent a boat for the day.
But not for Rael, as the harbor master said that renting a skip would require something called Zenni, which Rael didn't know about and therefore did not have. And besides that, the old and crusty seaman had said the child was too young to handle the oars anyway.
Sneaking aboard a ship simply didn't occur to him, and even if it had it wouldn't have mattered. None of the small fishing trawlers and tugs cruising about the harbor were going in the direction he needed to travel.
So here he was, trying to come up with some options, and there he would stay unless he learned to fly within the next few hours.
After that, he would have to leave this spot, for certainly some responsible individual would see him and call the police when they noticed that he had no guardian.
Even now people were staring at him as they passed. It was 8 o'clock in the morning presently and there were a few people about, mostly young teenagers in boy/girl pairs. They strolled along the shoreline, looking out over the beautiful vista of the sun dawning over the ocean without a care in the world, until they saw Rael of course. A six year old child just sitting there, staring out into space as if he'd lost his puppy or some other familiar.
Some almost walked up to him to see if he was alright, they were considerate and responsible individual's and were worried about a child so young by himself in a place like this. But in the end they decided to hold off any action for now.
There were also those who were content only to wash a curious stare over him before continuing on their way, completely uncaring of other peoples fortunes of problems.
Time passed, and the sun rose higher over median between sea and sky, spreading it's yellow-white glory across the surface of ocean. It wasn't until 10 o'clock that a smile spread across Rael's face as he came upon the solution to his problem, the one thing he'd yet to think of but was so obvious he was slightly embarrassed not to have realized it sooner. He could swim.
No. Kerius said as soon as his host finished the proposition. There is no way that you may swim across the ocean. The distance separating here and our destination is too great, even for a boy such as you Rael! It's hundreds of miles to Jurey Island. (Tijen-Riu house location)
"But you said I have to get there to fulfill my destiny. It's even the reason you wanted me to leave my home."
Yes, but there are other ways, safer ways to get to where we're going. What if you get tired and drown? What if the journey is simply too long? What will happen to your destiny then? It will be lost forever! Kerius knew that if he couldn't dissuade the boy from his present course of action, instill in him the great dangers and trials on the energy of one so young, all his patience and that which they'd been through in the past few days would be for naught.
"I won't get tired," Rael declared, "And I'm not afraid of dangers." And he really wasn't. He was still to young to believe that he couldn't do anything, that a task given to him was beyond his reach. Most times such a innocent determination would have been highly valued and coveted my many individuals. Now however, it presented a dangerous block in the path of logic and reason.
Kerius tried to object again, but Rael was no longer listening. Not really anyway, he could hear the spirit's voice saying something, but the words seemed distant and indistinct. The boy stripped off his backpacks and clothes down to his boxers then climbed up the railing ringed around the concrete shores of the bay, cooly eyeing the dark blue waters before him.
Heads all over the beach swung around to the child, surprise, concern, and distant interest reflected in varying levels in the eyes of all, but before anyone could make a move, Rael nodded to himself, set on his objective . . . and jumped into the ocean.
Rael sat on the edge of North City harbor, his eyes focused on a spot far in the distance, his legs hanging over the side of the artificial shore.
He had been in the same spot for hours, searching the horizon for nothing in particular, completely ignoring the seagulls that flew over head, and the swarms of gnats that seemed to be irritating everyone else but him.
He was in a state of focus that came from the problem he was faced with, one he had yet to come up with a viable solution to.
Directly ahead of him, more or less, was his final destination. Another two to three day's travel and he would reach Tijen-riu holdings and safety. The only problem was the 150 miles of ocean separating him and the island. Now, for an adult, this would have presented only a small problem, after all, it was only 15 dollars to rent a boat for the day.
But not for Rael, as the harbor master said that renting a skip would require something called Zenni, which Rael didn't know about and therefore did not have. And besides that, the old and crusty seaman had said the child was too young to handle the oars anyway.
Sneaking aboard a ship simply didn't occur to him, and even if it had it wouldn't have mattered. None of the small fishing trawlers and tugs cruising about the harbor were going in the direction he needed to travel.
So here he was, trying to come up with some options, and there he would stay unless he learned to fly within the next few hours.
After that, he would have to leave this spot, for certainly some responsible individual would see him and call the police when they noticed that he had no guardian.
Even now people were staring at him as they passed. It was 8 o'clock in the morning presently and there were a few people about, mostly young teenagers in boy/girl pairs. They strolled along the shoreline, looking out over the beautiful vista of the sun dawning over the ocean without a care in the world, until they saw Rael of course. A six year old child just sitting there, staring out into space as if he'd lost his puppy or some other familiar.
Some almost walked up to him to see if he was alright, they were considerate and responsible individual's and were worried about a child so young by himself in a place like this. But in the end they decided to hold off any action for now.
There were also those who were content only to wash a curious stare over him before continuing on their way, completely uncaring of other peoples fortunes of problems.
Time passed, and the sun rose higher over median between sea and sky, spreading it's yellow-white glory across the surface of ocean. It wasn't until 10 o'clock that a smile spread across Rael's face as he came upon the solution to his problem, the one thing he'd yet to think of but was so obvious he was slightly embarrassed not to have realized it sooner. He could swim.
No. Kerius said as soon as his host finished the proposition. There is no way that you may swim across the ocean. The distance separating here and our destination is too great, even for a boy such as you Rael! It's hundreds of miles to Jurey Island. (Tijen-Riu house location)
"But you said I have to get there to fulfill my destiny. It's even the reason you wanted me to leave my home."
Yes, but there are other ways, safer ways to get to where we're going. What if you get tired and drown? What if the journey is simply too long? What will happen to your destiny then? It will be lost forever! Kerius knew that if he couldn't dissuade the boy from his present course of action, instill in him the great dangers and trials on the energy of one so young, all his patience and that which they'd been through in the past few days would be for naught.
"I won't get tired," Rael declared, "And I'm not afraid of dangers." And he really wasn't. He was still to young to believe that he couldn't do anything, that a task given to him was beyond his reach. Most times such a innocent determination would have been highly valued and coveted my many individuals. Now however, it presented a dangerous block in the path of logic and reason.
Kerius tried to object again, but Rael was no longer listening. Not really anyway, he could hear the spirit's voice saying something, but the words seemed distant and indistinct. The boy stripped off his backpacks and clothes down to his boxers then climbed up the railing ringed around the concrete shores of the bay, cooly eyeing the dark blue waters before him.
Heads all over the beach swung around to the child, surprise, concern, and distant interest reflected in varying levels in the eyes of all, but before anyone could make a move, Rael nodded to himself, set on his objective . . . and jumped into the ocean.
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This most recent leg of the journey started off rather well.
The morning sun beat down warmly on Rael's body as he scythed through the deep blue waters of the ocean, arms and legs pumping rythymically as he powered ahead. He felt alive and free on a level that just wasn't possible on the land. It was almost as if he were flying. And the solitude he experienced out here was so total and complete, he couldn't help be feel calm, at ease.
It had only been an hour since he'd left shore, and he felt lighter than air and stronger than steel. He didn't know why this was. He'd swam before when he was younger, the previous year on his last birthday, and had gotten tired after a few minutes of treading water in the family's backyard pool. And yet know he had travelled a distance that even an olympian would not have been able to accomplish, and at a speed that only some speed boats could reach.
Still, this was the beginning of the journey, and much had yet to happen. After all, only a few dozen miles had been covered
Kerius had become quiet as soon as the shore of the main continent had faded into the distance, having been unable to persuade Rael to return to land, he was now forced to accept the boy's decision for better or worse. He had faded into the periphery of Rael's mental senses, silently urging on the boy's efforts.
Three more hours passed, and Rael's feeling of buoyancy soon faded. His body, which had before been almost feather light now seemed as if it were being brought down by weights. Exhaustion pulled at him like never before, so great and acute that he was beginning to find it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.
His arms were soon beginning to feel like lead, and it took every bit of his will power to force them to paddle.
After a few more minutes Rael stopped, his breathing somewhat labored. He couldn't fall asleep to regain his lost energy for he hadn't brought anything to keep him afloat in the water. Instead he treaded the water, using the smallest of movements necessary to keep his head above water.
That's when a blast of thunder roared from the northern horizon, directly behind him.
Kerius came to complete alertness in an instance, and danger flared in him and Rael at the same time. A storm was approaching quickly, the black mass travelling over the ocean at a speed that Rael couldn't possibly match even while rested. Lightning flashed at it's fringes, the deadly glowing hands stretching down to the water at some points, electrocuting whatever fish were unfortunate enough to be in the area at the time of the strike, and alarm flared in Kerius's host.
The young saiyan turned back towards the south and began swimming aknew, forcing himself to use calm, measured strokes, instead of wearing himself out with frantic and in the long term, wasteful ones. He also forced himself to remain calm, though he didn't consciously realize he was doing it.
He couldn't keep ahead of the bad weather however, not for long in his condition, and the sky began to turn dark as clouds gathered over head.
Cold rain started falling soon after that, pelting the ocean and the lone child swimming through it with increasing frequency and size.
The morning sun beat down warmly on Rael's body as he scythed through the deep blue waters of the ocean, arms and legs pumping rythymically as he powered ahead. He felt alive and free on a level that just wasn't possible on the land. It was almost as if he were flying. And the solitude he experienced out here was so total and complete, he couldn't help be feel calm, at ease.
It had only been an hour since he'd left shore, and he felt lighter than air and stronger than steel. He didn't know why this was. He'd swam before when he was younger, the previous year on his last birthday, and had gotten tired after a few minutes of treading water in the family's backyard pool. And yet know he had travelled a distance that even an olympian would not have been able to accomplish, and at a speed that only some speed boats could reach.
Still, this was the beginning of the journey, and much had yet to happen. After all, only a few dozen miles had been covered
Kerius had become quiet as soon as the shore of the main continent had faded into the distance, having been unable to persuade Rael to return to land, he was now forced to accept the boy's decision for better or worse. He had faded into the periphery of Rael's mental senses, silently urging on the boy's efforts.
Three more hours passed, and Rael's feeling of buoyancy soon faded. His body, which had before been almost feather light now seemed as if it were being brought down by weights. Exhaustion pulled at him like never before, so great and acute that he was beginning to find it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.
His arms were soon beginning to feel like lead, and it took every bit of his will power to force them to paddle.
After a few more minutes Rael stopped, his breathing somewhat labored. He couldn't fall asleep to regain his lost energy for he hadn't brought anything to keep him afloat in the water. Instead he treaded the water, using the smallest of movements necessary to keep his head above water.
That's when a blast of thunder roared from the northern horizon, directly behind him.
Kerius came to complete alertness in an instance, and danger flared in him and Rael at the same time. A storm was approaching quickly, the black mass travelling over the ocean at a speed that Rael couldn't possibly match even while rested. Lightning flashed at it's fringes, the deadly glowing hands stretching down to the water at some points, electrocuting whatever fish were unfortunate enough to be in the area at the time of the strike, and alarm flared in Kerius's host.
The young saiyan turned back towards the south and began swimming aknew, forcing himself to use calm, measured strokes, instead of wearing himself out with frantic and in the long term, wasteful ones. He also forced himself to remain calm, though he didn't consciously realize he was doing it.
He couldn't keep ahead of the bad weather however, not for long in his condition, and the sky began to turn dark as clouds gathered over head.
Cold rain started falling soon after that, pelting the ocean and the lone child swimming through it with increasing frequency and size.
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