Asa's mental training

Oraka watched the spar if you could even call it a spar that was embarrasing.He was impressed by his seniors skill.He climbed down from his vantage point on the tree his staff strapped to his back he strode over to the meditating man.He stood there he did not announce himself because he knew the man was aware of him and didn't want to interrupt, he just waited for the man to acknowledge him.

'Asa is what you can call me.' He stood up looking at the boy analyzing him. 'What are you doing here?' His hands ball-up into a fist. "Make sure you say the right thing boy." His eyes were very intense.

Oraka stood up straight having beem adressed by the senior warrior."I heard you were the future of our people the pride of Pandora I wanted to see if the rumors were true."

Asa laughed and closed his eyes, when the boy blinked he was placed in the deepest valley known in the Solar System, the Valles Marineris. The surface of the training ground became that of the Red Planet itself, the ability to breath feeling nearly impossible, and the gravity being taken from under the boy. 'Here is your answer boy , survive this and ill let you in on a secret of mine.'

Oraka closed his eys holding his breath thinking hard.What was going one second I'm in the training grounds then another second I'm on another planet.How was he suppose to survive in a place he could not breathe.

Asa sought to give the boy no help, he was tryna see if he could figure out that it was a mind trick and he was just hyperventilating. "Tsk use your brain boy! Think!" He sat down waiting patiently.

Oraka looked at Asa how could he talk out here why were they not already dead?after a few moments he realized they could not be on mars he brandished his staff and struck the ground trying to break this dream world.

A man appeared from the distance. Only, he was flying? Taking his land a few meters ahead of the two. His body was large, oversized, though a pair of wings sprouted from his back. Eternus Vita, You will be summoned soon. Be on your best behavour or suffer the wrath that will await. These people you will appear before are not to be taking lightly. His body turned to Light, and disappeared. But just before his head was vansihed, it spoke the last words, This is the will of the Living angel. Then nothing, leaving the two to whatever it was they were doing.

At a scrabbling of wing noises in the air, his eyes jumped open breaking the illusion on the boy. Asa rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on the slender masculine arms that belonged to this perfectly built warrior. Disgusted with the words the man spoke, he watched from almost one minute as the boy limped over to the wall. His body still not fully functional.

Why would a Living angel want me…?
Why cared?

Sighing quietly while thinking this thought, Asa rolled over again, this time flopping straight off of the wall. He twisted in mid-air, landed lightly on his feet.

Lets go find some water for you!

Oraka Put his back against the wall and slid down catching his breath.What the hell just happened who was the living angel and what did he want with Asa?He knew Asa was important but worthy of an angels attention?As he was regaining his strength and going over what had happened in his head he remembered he had survived.He smiled to himself thinking of his reward when he was interrupted by Asa."Water sounds amazing right now." He hopped up to his feet waiting for him to lead the way.

There was a soft giggling not far away. On a small hill was set up an easel, and the girl behind it was glancing between them and the painting, her hand moving constantly. Her eyes were glittering with excitement as she captured the moment in her painting. She stepped back to watch it for a moment, then put one final touch on and smiled. The scene replayed. The sour tempered boy was sitting there, his hair swaying in the light breeze, and the other was standing, with his eyes closed and his face changing colors. She giggled again and then touched the painting, allowing a small bird to fly out and then into the sky. Though she had just painted them, she was acting as though they were not even there.

The soft wind lifted her soft brown hair slightly, and her dress seemed to dance around her. Her slender frame and pale skin showed she was no warrior, but her bare feet were quick, and her eyes seemed to notice every detail. Her flute was sticking out of one of her pockets and the strings holding her dress together swayed slightly. She seemed to be in her own world, completely oblivious to their presence.

A large red and pure white dragon landed near the girl. Almost the same instant it touched the ground it transformed, leaving a young woman in it's place. Rena looked to girl over. She was not impressed. The waning light was just enough to show her features. She had a slender build, but was obviously built like a warrior, unlike this delicate girl. How interesting. Rena thought to herself. Her red hair contrasted with her pale skin. The black dress she wore had slits in the sides clean up to her hips, exposing her long legs. To the any who saw her it would appear her only weapon was the sword belted to her waist. Her plain black boots only accentuated the fact that she saw no reason to be flashy. Her dark purple eyes seemed almost black in the current lighting.

She approached the girl, not caring for the others whom were also here. "You are that Perfect huh? Milady is very interested in your talent. The war has ended and she wishes you to come and visit her. I am Rena Todor, Lady Priestess of the Air Kineara. Ruslana has sent me personally to fetch you, so you must indeed be important to her. I will aid you in packing your things. We will not delay." Her voice was all business. The firm set of her lips did not allow for argument, and the cool look in her eyes was enough to send chills down the spine of even a hardened barbarian.

Meave blinked, looking at the woman quietly. She tilts her head slightly and takes a step away. She didn't know this woman, and frankly was frightened. After all, she had been a large dragon only a moment ago. And, it was quite obvious this girl was a fighter where she was not. She didn't truly know how to respond to this summons. She had only heard of the Kineara in passing. They had taken up a defensive stance halfway through the war. She couldn't help but smirk. They hadn't been able to take the ruthless beating they got each time they attack the Perfects. Of course, her Race was... Perfect. But she was being summoned by the Leader of this race. She had played no role in the war, and now some one of such great importance wanted her? What for? What had she done? What did this woman mean by her talent? She just stood there silently, unable to answer the woman. She often lost herself in thought and completely forgot about her current surroundings like this.

After waisting so much precious time Vita saught to go back and check on the two younglings. When he appered he saw the little girl trembling so he grabed her without a second thought and brought her to the Syuryuken training grounds to ask her what happened and who that thing he caught a glimpse of.