His entire body was ablaze, he could feel the fire burning within him, the lighting flashed in the sky and he new this was it, this was Ecstasy. Not just the feeling of ecstasy, like the climax after a late night encounter. This was that feeling and it felt like forever. This was the first of two Awakenings of power for a Wiccan child. He was the first born, the only born of the notorious villain, come to the light side, Tee Kee, alias Kabal Priest and his lovely wife, the angel, sent from the heavens themselves, Amaterasu. She had given up living in the heavens for her beloved human race and gave her divinity for this man that she fell in love with, but that is a tale for another time. This story is about their son, Keegan Priest.
The Power was surging through him. This was the esscence of all of his fathers ancestors, the great mystics of the islands. They gave life to it, yet it gave life to them, it was rooted in the mother earth and had given them all they knew and know today. This was true power and yet the boy knew that this was only a taste of it. A test, to see if he could handle what power was to come when he truly Awoken . Today was Keegans thirteenth birthday and the sun had eclipsed the moon, the next time this happened it would be the opposite way and this feeling would be multiplied by a million, when he turned 18.
Finally the 15 minutes that had stretched in his mind to seem like days, weeks, months, even years, came to a close. His body stood rigid in mid air for a few more moments before it fell limply and hit the sandy shore beneath him, sending it blasting into the air. The water rushed to the shore and the very tips of it lapped against his youthful chicks. Thick eyelashes batted open to reveal brought blue orbs, with all the wonders of raw power trapped within innocence. His arms stretched out and his body was pushed up from the beach floor. Just then the earth shook, toppling him over onto his side. The ensuing flash of light almost blinded him, but he was far enough away to where it only left him a little dazed.
He ran to the crest of the hill from which the light had come from and what he saw sent shivers down his spine. Hundreds upon thousands of brown hooded and cloaked men were swarm towards two figures in the distance. The figures were surrounded, each fighting their hardest. He noticed the large feathery white wings and at the same moment realized it was his mother and put two and two together and realized the other was his father.
The two stood there locked in a fruitless battle, yet for now they seemed to be on the winning end. He saw the tree trunk like legs of his father tense and his bear like feet set into the sand. Both arms, which were about the size of Keegans body twice over, rose into the air and came crushing down into the sand. As the boulder like biceps of this older man struck the sands a rumble could be felt through out the entire island. The sand burst upward and the cloaked figures in all direction were thrown back to the hills crest. Meanwhile, his mother rose into the sky and it delivered a spear of pure light energy into her upraised palms. With it she struck out at the group surrounding her and her husband. Energy lanced out from the head of the spear and struck in a wide arc, scorching both the cloaked minions and the earth separating them from her husband.
The boy watched on as the cloaks came ever nearer to reaching his parents and in succession they worked together and threw them back, but he could tell they were getting worn out. The enemy was multiplying and they were tired and had not trained for a fight like this in a long time. The cloaks had been counting on this and continued to rush until suddenly everything stopped. His mother was grounded now, a fine placed shot having crippled her beautiful white wings, singing them to the bone. She stood next to her husband proud and tall, though she only reached the bottom of his chest. His father had been burned and bruised, scratched and scrap, more times then Keegan could count, yet those ripped muscles stood strong, towering above his wife and the rest of these creatures. A stomp on the floor that hadnt come form his father caught Keegans attention. A new portal had opened up and a man much different from these cloaked figures walked out. His head was shaven completely and below angry brows were set two glowing, emerald green eyes. His mouth was hidden by the cowl of his robe that was a deeper forest green, outlined in a reverent gold, much like the color to the runes strewn about the arms and body of the robe. The man carried a staff, long and wooden and made of white oak, though it glowed a deep black. Within its tip was a glowing black energy ball that seemed to be a living creature, the way it growled and hissed. The energy flowing from the ball seemed to form living tentacles.
Keegans body trembled. He knew this was not a good sign for his parents. The man waited as all of his minions dissipated into thin air, returning back to their home. After every last living cloak had vanished he stepped forward coming closer and closer to his parents. Keegans father took action and bolted towards him. All the bald mystic did was tilt the staff and out shot an amazing ball of energy that caught his father square in the chest, sizzled and then pierced through the other side. After the beam disappeared he heard his mothers shrill cry of anguish and turned back to his father who stood upright yet was missing a large portion of his upper torso, no blood spilt form it and it just seemed as if that part decided to vanish with the cloaks. Then he saw his father cough up blood, his eyes went blank and he fell, the last of his life receding. The tears came to his eyes before even he knew it and he ran full on, half running half stumbling, down the hill at the one he saw as his enemy. The man began to turn, the staff rising to meet another soon to be fallen adversary, but his mother reacted quicker. She leapt at the man, her lance glowing just as brightly and the bald mystic had no choice but to turn his attention back to her. The spear and the staff clashed and broke the sky into a myriad of different colors, but what she hadnt counted on was the blade. It shimmered in the life for one brief moment, and then slashed across her throat and the light in her eyes dimmed and faded as well. She hit the ground along with her spear and, surprisingly, the mans staff as well.
Keegan had stopped dead in his tracks, his whole body tensed. The tears streamed down his face unbroken, but he never even felt them. A fire leapt into his eyes and a shadow of pure darkness crept across his vision until it fully engulfed the last of the innocent light blue eyes. In this moment his purity was altered, not destroyed, but changed. His foot steps were planted softer, as if he would go into the martial art of his people, known only as Lau, which was taught at a very early age and was a branch off of that Capoiera style. At his age he was already a learnt master in this art. But that was not his intention. He ran at the man, full force, yet the man began to laugh, not even stopping to pick up his fallen staff. This was his first and last mistake.
In the boys hands were two significantly large, glowing energy spheres and as he got a few steps away form his parents murderer, he pushed off the ground and hurled both into the face of his enemy. The smell of seared skin was all he needed to know that his attack had hit home. The rest of his somersault landed him on the other side of the man, near the body of his mother, his hands landed on both the spear and the staff. The man turned around just in time to say O Lord of Orenbagen, before the boy spun and touched both tips together and connected them where the mans heart would be. The energy flowed smoothly, light and dark mixing with each other to attack the evil doer, his heart stopped first, though the darkness within him kept him alive for his demise. First the darkness shredded through all of his internal organs, ripping him apart from the inside as if it called for vengeance upon him. Secondly, the light seared the skin from his bones, layer by layer as if it too were reeking vengeance upon its owners killer. Finally, the boys own energy matched the anger and ferocity of these two energies and combined all three to extinguish his life, body and soul from this plane of existence. After the lights went out so did the boy, his knees buckled and hit the sand, followed by the upper portion of his tiny, toned, shirtless body. As his head hit the sand and the darkness crept upon the edges of his vision he saw his fathers dead body rotting, his mothers beautiful angel figure dissipating into the heavens where she belonged and the glowing ball of energy, freed from its cage transforming and taking shape, the tentacles, the elongated floating body, and lastly the predatorial head and just as he fell from consciousness, he saw the white light of his mothers staff pierce through the darkness surrounding the figure and purify it.
[u]Chapter 1: Ecstacy and Loss[u]
His entire body was ablaze, he could feel the fire burning within him, the lighting flashed in the sky and he new this was it, this was Ecstasy. Not just the feeling of ecstasy, like the climax after a late night encounter. This was that feeling and it felt like forever. This was the first of two Awakenings of power for a Wiccan child. He was the first born, the only born of the notorious villain, come to the light side, Tee Kee, alias Kabal Priest and his lovely wife, the angel, sent from the heavens themselves, Amaterasu. She had given up living in the heavens for her beloved human race and gave her divinity for this man that she fell in love with, but that is a tale for another time. This story is about their son, Keegan Priest.
The Power was surging through him. This was the esscence of all of his fathers ancestors, the great mystics of the islands. They gave life to it, yet it gave life to them, it was rooted in the mother earth and had given them all they knew and know today. This was true power and yet the boy knew that this was only a taste of it. A test, to see if he could handle what power was to come when he truly Awoken . Today was Keegans thirteenth birthday and the sun had eclipsed the moon, the next time this happened it would be the opposite way and this feeling would be multiplied by a million, when he turned 18.
Finally the 15 minutes that had stretched in his mind to seem like days, weeks, months, even years, came to a close. His body stood rigid in mid air for a few more moments before it fell limply and hit the sandy shore beneath him, sending it blasting into the air. The water rushed to the shore and the very tips of it lapped against his youthful chicks. Thick eyelashes batted open to reveal brought blue orbs, with all the wonders of raw power trapped within innocence. His arms stretched out and his body was pushed up from the beach floor. Just then the earth shook, toppling him over onto his side. The ensuing flash of light almost blinded him, but he was far enough away to where it only left him a little dazed.
He ran to the crest of the hill from which the light had come from and what he saw sent shivers down his spine. Hundreds upon thousands of brown hooded and cloaked men were swarm towards two figures in the distance. The figures were surrounded, each fighting their hardest. He noticed the large feathery white wings and at the same moment realized it was his mother and put two and two together and realized the other was his father.
The two stood there locked in a fruitless battle, yet for now they seemed to be on the winning end. He saw the tree trunk like legs of his father tense and his bear like feet set into the sand. Both arms, which were about the size of Keegans body twice over, rose into the air and came crushing down into the sand. As the boulder like biceps of this older man struck the sands a rumble could be felt through out the entire island. The sand burst upward and the cloaked figures in all direction were thrown back to the hills crest. Meanwhile, his mother rose into the sky and it delivered a spear of pure light energy into her upraised palms. With it she struck out at the group surrounding her and her husband. Energy lanced out from the head of the spear and struck in a wide arc, scorching both the cloaked minions and the earth separating them from her husband.
The boy watched on as the cloaks came ever nearer to reaching his parents and in succession they worked together and threw them back, but he could tell they were getting worn out. The enemy was multiplying and they were tired and had not trained for a fight like this in a long time. The cloaks had been counting on this and continued to rush until suddenly everything stopped. His mother was grounded now, a fine placed shot having crippled her beautiful white wings, singing them to the bone. She stood next to her husband proud and tall, though she only reached the bottom of his chest. His father had been burned and bruised, scratched and scrap, more times then Keegan could count, yet those ripped muscles stood strong, towering above his wife and the rest of these creatures. A stomp on the floor that hadnt come form his father caught Keegans attention. A new portal had opened up and a man much different from these cloaked figures walked out. His head was shaven completely and below angry brows were set two glowing, emerald green eyes. His mouth was hidden by the cowl of his robe that was a deeper forest green, outlined in a reverent gold, much like the color to the runes strewn about the arms and body of the robe. The man carried a staff, long and wooden and made of white oak, though it glowed a deep black. Within its tip was a glowing black energy ball that seemed to be a living creature, the way it growled and hissed. The energy flowing from the ball seemed to form living tentacles.
Keegans body trembled. He knew this was not a good sign for his parents. The man waited as all of his minions dissipated into thin air, returning back to their home. After every last living cloak had vanished he stepped forward coming closer and closer to his parents. Keegans father took action and bolted towards him. All the bald mystic did was tilt the staff and out shot an amazing ball of energy that caught his father square in the chest, sizzled and then pierced through the other side. After the beam disappeared he heard his mothers shrill cry of anguish and turned back to his father who stood upright yet was missing a large portion of his upper torso, no blood spilt form it and it just seemed as if that part decided to vanish with the cloaks. Then he saw his father cough up blood, his eyes went blank and he fell, the last of his life receding. The tears came to his eyes before even he knew it and he ran full on, half running half stumbling, down the hill at the one he saw as his enemy. The man began to turn, the staff rising to meet another soon to be fallen adversary, but his mother reacted quicker. She leapt at the man, her lance glowing just as brightly and the bald mystic had no choice but to turn his attention back to her. The spear and the staff clashed and broke the sky into a myriad of different colors, but what she hadnt counted on was the blade. It shimmered in the life for one brief moment, and then slashed across her throat and the light in her eyes dimmed and faded as well. She hit the ground along with her spear and, surprisingly, the mans staff as well.
Keegan had stopped dead in his tracks, his whole body tensed. The tears streamed down his face unbroken, but he never even felt them. A fire leapt into his eyes and a shadow of pure darkness crept across his vision until it fully engulfed the last of the innocent light blue eyes. In this moment his purity was altered, not destroyed, but changed. His foot steps were planted softer, as if he would go into the martial art of his people, known only as Lau, which was taught at a very early age and was a branch off of that Capoiera style. At his age he was already a learnt master in this art. But that was not his intention. He ran at the man, full force, yet the man began to laugh, not even stopping to pick up his fallen staff. This was his first and last mistake.
In the boys hands were two significantly large, glowing energy spheres and as he got a few steps away form his parents murderer, he pushed off the ground and hurled both into the face of his enemy. The smell of seared skin was all he needed to know that his attack had hit home. The rest of his somersault landed him on the other side of the man, near the body of his mother, his hands landed on both the spear and the staff. The man turned around just in time to say O Lord of Orenbagen, before the boy spun and touched both tips together and connected them where the mans heart would be. The energy flowed smoothly, light and dark mixing with each other to attack the evil doer, his heart stopped first, though the darkness within him kept him alive for his demise. First the darkness shredded through all of his internal organs, ripping him apart from the inside as if it called for vengeance upon him. Secondly, the light seared the skin from his bones, layer by layer as if it too were reeking vengeance upon its owners killer. Finally, the boys own energy matched the anger and ferocity of these two energies and combined all three to extinguish his life, body and soul from this plane of existence. After the lights went out so did the boy, his knees buckled and hit the sand, followed by the upper portion of his tiny, toned, shirtless body. As his head hit the sand and the darkness crept upon the edges of his vision he saw his fathers dead body rotting, his mothers beautiful angel figure dissipating into the heavens where she belonged and the glowing ball of energy, freed from its cage transforming and taking shape, the tentacles, the elongated floating body, and lastly the predatorial head and just as he fell from consciousness, he saw the white light of his mothers staff pierce through the darkness surrounding the figure and purify it.