Chapter 3 : The Illuminated One.
My parents came to talk to me today, it was time to have the talk. It was something few celestials would ever have, my brother and I were fortunate, or so we were told. Gabriel sat there looking at me not sure what was going on, all it took was a smile from me and he knew suddenly that everything would be okay. He is my brother and I love him, but I fear he would be lost without me. We both sat there quietly waiting for the story to be told to us, I could almost feel his anticipation, mom said its because we are twins that I get these kind of things, but I feel like when my mind and everything else is really quiet I can almost feel her too. We moved outside to the field with the large tree and sat under it as we had so many times before. Gabe and me side by side, mom and dad as close as ever. The started with a history lesson, first about our people, but I have already written about that earlier, and then about what some of us are gifted with. “Hero Soul” we both had a lost look on our face, no clue what they were talking about. Dad stepped in to explain, saying some of us when we are brought into existence possess special traits, that can quickly be identified, those us that do are bonded with a “Hero Soul” he went on to explain that a hero soul is just that, someone who had done great things in their life, and passed on to the next would be given a second chance to aid someone like me, in doing great things. We were still kind of lost, but he continued anyway, the soul that found me was called the Illuminated One, a hero of a great race called the “Seers” First of Seers are a race gifted with manipulation of light energy, a very select few being able to see flashes of future events. I know this because I paid attention in history last week. The Illuminated One in legend was said to have lead his people to a great age of light, fighting back the darkness that had consumed them for generations. It was said that his mastery of light energy was so perfect, he could bend it and shape it to perform nearly any task. Stories tell how he could shield his allies from harm one moment and launch a wave of destruction against the darkness in the next. However, he made it clear that the powers that his people were truly known for, the gift of foresight, were the cause of the darkness. He saw only what the light at emanated from him touched, and nothing more, the story explains that because of this, he was forced to once again have faith in himself and those around him instead of preparing for what he knew would come. My dad told me the Illuminated one picked me, because in me he saw the same light, and the same willingness to help those not only those close to me, but those who would stand against me. I thought it was weird seeing as I was only just born and some how he knew it?
Anyway, the hero soul knowingly gives up their life’s memory in order to start anew, the belief that the very core of the individual is still there. Mom says this is why sometimes I talk all weird and say things that aren’t very much like me. Gabe had to comment saying when I finally get serious it was probably the Illuminated One talking… My mom further explained, that this soul just isn’t something that is there, or that gives me power, and is never meant to be used as such. Instead, it is like a mentor in both life and abilities. I figured that was pretty cool because now I would always have someone to talk to, when Gabe gets mad at me. Next came a very long talk on how important it is to meditate… Its something I can never do because you sit there with your eyes closed and are supposed to think about stuff. Well usually I end up playing with blades of grass or leaves, the other day during class, I made this awesome set of grass wings with the help of a few twigs. The were small, but still they looked cool. Mom stressed how important it would be to learn to meditate right, and actually talk with the Illuminated One, I wanted to say I would get around to it, but instead what came out was “Understood” everyone looked at me kind of weird, and I felt a voice inside me amused just a bit. So they explained that the way the soul is sealed with mine is through these weird marks I have all over my body, it makes sure everything stays in check, and I am in control. I was assured by both my parents, and that voice, that he had no desire to take over, it just made sure that I was the more dominant something or another. They said most of what I needed to know would be found out by asking him through meditation, but they did say one final thing. Celestials who are joined with a hero soul can develop an incredible ability that is unique to them and them alone. Many of the few who even receive a hero soul never discover it within their life time, so I figure as well as I meditate there isn’t a chance I’ll ever figure it out, but oh well. As long as I can shoot cool things of light from my hand it will be pretty cool. Dad started to explain to Gabriel that his hero soul was called the Enlightened One, but I acted like I was listening and relaxed and accidentally fell asleep while they talked.
Journals of the Illuminated One
Moderator: Student Council
Chapter 24 : Daystar’s Celestial Art
Recently here on earth we have been removed almost entirely from combat, as I was using my powers more and more, I found that both of us were growing weaker and weaker. It was the first time I had ever asked anything of Daystar in my time with him, to simply stop for the time being. I was surprised when he humbly agreed as we seemed to struggle near constantly of matters like this. We talked for many days of his people and mind, what both could do. He explained what a Celestial Art was, a high level technique capable of incredible feats with a variety of manifestations. There exist 3 parts to an Art, first is the recognition of said art. When first trying to master it, usually there is a from of verbal communication with self, after practice though, it seems he is able to speak to himself internally without saying aloud what he will do. Second comes the spiritual recognition of the art which is done by awakening the energy of the Soul. This usually requires nothing more than focus, and is simply an intermediate step to the final and most complex one. Combining both the physical and Spiritual energy in the exact proportions and directing them precisely thought out his body so that he can perform said art. He explained to me the three that had learned or was learning. The first was a Spatial Art which allowed him to seemingly fold the space between himself and a known location allowing for near instantaneous travel there. Because of the time it takes him to focus and the detail needed of said location it is limited in what it can be used for, but is still an impressive feat for anyone to accomplish.
The second art is part of a Transformation Art, this one much more impressive than the last in that he can shift and maintain every aspect of his body to a creature he calls an “Energy Beast” while in this state he is much stronger and resistant to many things, though he is severely limited to what he can accomplish with his energy being able to at best channel some through his fists, or through his legs into the ground. As impressive as it is, he explained how on earth, the appearance of the transformation frightens his friends and in most cases he abstains from using it. The Energy beast seems almost ethereal as it is anchored to another dimension, part of the reason it is so resistant to damage, along with this, it can perform a dimensional step over a short distance seeming to teleport. What is most impressive, is that he can maintain this state with relative ease despite being notoriously lacking in focus. He went on to explain he was friends with an Energy Beast in the time when I was dormant, its name was Zero, and apparently was similar to what earthlings have with canines.
The final art he had learned was by far amazing of the three, as it was a Spiritual Art. Knowing what I do of his people, most of them are lucky to see a spiritual art in their life time, let alone perform one. He affectionately calls is “Shifting Star” Though what he does is so far from an actual shifting art. Actually breaking down every piece of his body, in a sense destroying it, he exposes his pure energy form which seems to be near indestructible even the most dangerous of foes. Through sheer force of will he maintains his energy’s natural tendency to simply flow (like all energy does) and keep it concentrated around a center force. I have learned this is the reason we are so hard to destroy despite being brought to the edge so many times. He seems to possess a unique gift amongst his people to anchor his soul without the functions of a body to act as a container for it. However unlike the other Arts one of this level is not without consequence. He seems to be limited in how long he can maintain this, the duration considering the feat is actually quite impressive. However, all at once, he must re-create his body all its functions as well as the spark of life or he will have nothing to anchor his soul to. The process puts him in a very critical position draining him of almost everything he has, yet I have been there with him when he used it twice in the same day.
In this time he has spent removing himself all the combat, he has show a side that I did not know existed, it has made me question a comment his brother made to us when I listened to his family explain me so long ago. He was only took things seriously because of my presence, for the longest time, this seemed to be true, while there are merits to not having a care in the world, it is not without flaw. I have never before questioned his dedication to himself and his friends, but this was something all together different. He told the story of a girl who was close to him, who was gifted with two souls in the same body. Though the other soul was confused, lost, and hidden away, never awakened properly like I was in him. I had known for some time he had tried to help her seeming to fail at every step of the way, he said he would dedicate himself to become stronger, but it wasn’t until now that I fully understood what he was doing. What his parents had said to him so long ago, that ability unique to him and him alone amongst his people. All the questions he had asked of me in this time, were all revolving around this, new Art. He came to me and asked for something, it was the first time he had ever asked like this, not to increase his own abilities, not to borrow my strength, but to help him in a way I though no celestial would ever ask. This new Art is without a name, but tonight, for the first time I saw the length he would go for a friend. I have affectionately called it Daystar’s Art: Souls Embrace. Its effects seem to remove any darkness from a willing soul temporarily, it lasts only for several minutes, but during that time it is as if they can see the world through his eyes, as if he was remembering his life before earth, spending time with his family and friends. Seeing what it did today, to the troubled girl who had seemed to have all but unwound and given up, that small bit of light, for that brief period of time seemed to have a ripple effect perhaps slightly changing the perspective of the darkness when it returned. I write this now, as the girl plagued with nightmares and worry sleeps silently beside him in an open field beneath a strange sky.
Recently here on earth we have been removed almost entirely from combat, as I was using my powers more and more, I found that both of us were growing weaker and weaker. It was the first time I had ever asked anything of Daystar in my time with him, to simply stop for the time being. I was surprised when he humbly agreed as we seemed to struggle near constantly of matters like this. We talked for many days of his people and mind, what both could do. He explained what a Celestial Art was, a high level technique capable of incredible feats with a variety of manifestations. There exist 3 parts to an Art, first is the recognition of said art. When first trying to master it, usually there is a from of verbal communication with self, after practice though, it seems he is able to speak to himself internally without saying aloud what he will do. Second comes the spiritual recognition of the art which is done by awakening the energy of the Soul. This usually requires nothing more than focus, and is simply an intermediate step to the final and most complex one. Combining both the physical and Spiritual energy in the exact proportions and directing them precisely thought out his body so that he can perform said art. He explained to me the three that had learned or was learning. The first was a Spatial Art which allowed him to seemingly fold the space between himself and a known location allowing for near instantaneous travel there. Because of the time it takes him to focus and the detail needed of said location it is limited in what it can be used for, but is still an impressive feat for anyone to accomplish.
The second art is part of a Transformation Art, this one much more impressive than the last in that he can shift and maintain every aspect of his body to a creature he calls an “Energy Beast” while in this state he is much stronger and resistant to many things, though he is severely limited to what he can accomplish with his energy being able to at best channel some through his fists, or through his legs into the ground. As impressive as it is, he explained how on earth, the appearance of the transformation frightens his friends and in most cases he abstains from using it. The Energy beast seems almost ethereal as it is anchored to another dimension, part of the reason it is so resistant to damage, along with this, it can perform a dimensional step over a short distance seeming to teleport. What is most impressive, is that he can maintain this state with relative ease despite being notoriously lacking in focus. He went on to explain he was friends with an Energy Beast in the time when I was dormant, its name was Zero, and apparently was similar to what earthlings have with canines.
The final art he had learned was by far amazing of the three, as it was a Spiritual Art. Knowing what I do of his people, most of them are lucky to see a spiritual art in their life time, let alone perform one. He affectionately calls is “Shifting Star” Though what he does is so far from an actual shifting art. Actually breaking down every piece of his body, in a sense destroying it, he exposes his pure energy form which seems to be near indestructible even the most dangerous of foes. Through sheer force of will he maintains his energy’s natural tendency to simply flow (like all energy does) and keep it concentrated around a center force. I have learned this is the reason we are so hard to destroy despite being brought to the edge so many times. He seems to possess a unique gift amongst his people to anchor his soul without the functions of a body to act as a container for it. However unlike the other Arts one of this level is not without consequence. He seems to be limited in how long he can maintain this, the duration considering the feat is actually quite impressive. However, all at once, he must re-create his body all its functions as well as the spark of life or he will have nothing to anchor his soul to. The process puts him in a very critical position draining him of almost everything he has, yet I have been there with him when he used it twice in the same day.
In this time he has spent removing himself all the combat, he has show a side that I did not know existed, it has made me question a comment his brother made to us when I listened to his family explain me so long ago. He was only took things seriously because of my presence, for the longest time, this seemed to be true, while there are merits to not having a care in the world, it is not without flaw. I have never before questioned his dedication to himself and his friends, but this was something all together different. He told the story of a girl who was close to him, who was gifted with two souls in the same body. Though the other soul was confused, lost, and hidden away, never awakened properly like I was in him. I had known for some time he had tried to help her seeming to fail at every step of the way, he said he would dedicate himself to become stronger, but it wasn’t until now that I fully understood what he was doing. What his parents had said to him so long ago, that ability unique to him and him alone amongst his people. All the questions he had asked of me in this time, were all revolving around this, new Art. He came to me and asked for something, it was the first time he had ever asked like this, not to increase his own abilities, not to borrow my strength, but to help him in a way I though no celestial would ever ask. This new Art is without a name, but tonight, for the first time I saw the length he would go for a friend. I have affectionately called it Daystar’s Art: Souls Embrace. Its effects seem to remove any darkness from a willing soul temporarily, it lasts only for several minutes, but during that time it is as if they can see the world through his eyes, as if he was remembering his life before earth, spending time with his family and friends. Seeing what it did today, to the troubled girl who had seemed to have all but unwound and given up, that small bit of light, for that brief period of time seemed to have a ripple effect perhaps slightly changing the perspective of the darkness when it returned. I write this now, as the girl plagued with nightmares and worry sleeps silently beside him in an open field beneath a strange sky.
The Nexus and The Chasm
There are two us in this shell, this body, with features so troubling. Something we made in our own image to give us shape to give us a form they would accept. Skin kissed by a star, they call it the sun, a reflection of living in the light, it seems to draw more eyes to it now that the days have become dark. Markings that once were a deep gold have now faded to a pale shade of what they once were. The seal that kept us separate slowly beginning to fade under such a constant strain. A body which he has trained, approaching near the apex of those his age, it brings only more attention, what he has worked so hard for it now only serves as a distraction.
The focal point, the nexus, the center of being no longer the bright soul inside him, but something of flesh and bone, woven together with shards of white and gold that act out in defiance of laws set forth by no man. They bring joy and they bring perspective to the world from their lofty view. Wrapping those few close to him in an embrace not of this world, bringing a warmth beyond simplistic sense, to touch.
The few they have touched, they have brought forth a warmth unlike any star, the many who have seen them they have confused and angered. What has given him joy and perspective, has brought to others, false hopes, impossible expectations, anger, disappointment and sadness.
When he first awoke in a sea of green surrounded roar of humanity, he was lost, we were alone, afraid. Then she came, frozen in a past we did not understand, teaching, guiding, cutting out a path through an unknown wilderness. Sharp words and truths that could yet to be seen, but are now understood. She was the closest one to him, yet the most distant, as timed passed the chasm seems to only widen, much as a river that cuts through a valley is shaped by the current, so was their friend ship by the current that is time and experience. They seemed to in the beginning stand so close on opposite sides of the river banks, now the current seems so strong, and the distance across so far, all he can hope to do is reach for something, and hope to see her standing in the distance arms extended, even though she is so far out of reach.
He looked down to the water seeing her reflection, her words were sharp, but they did not teach him as they had done so many times before, they were cold, in his minds eye as he stood there with arms out stretched to her across the ever widening chasm, she slowly turned to face away. He reached out, as far as he could pleading but there was only silence, for the rift had become to great, and the roaring current of their lives had swallowed his cries.
Then he asked me, which part had caused her to reach out before her back had turned, was the image of what he was, the image that had so many times caused her to avert her eyes. Or was it the true Nexus, the one he wished those around him would see. I wished I could answer him, but he shut me out "Helya" echoed through him, every part of his being wishing to hear that it would be okay. In an instant I found myself standing beside him on the banks of that river looking over. He was ready to leap once more into the icy current in hopes that maybe he could reach her. No words came, and all at once the roar of the water silenced, but still there was nothing. He wished for her to say it, whatever it was, he had silenced the roaring waters so many times before, yet... she remained still. With the simple words "Good Night" the roar of the river returned, sweeping him downstream until he could only make out was a silhouette blurred by the distance between them.
Good Night seemed to blur with good bye as the current swept him down stream, it seemed now he had a choice, let the current carry him away, or fight to return to the shore, knowing now he would no longer see her reach out too him. Slowly he made his way back to his shore climbing out of the icy waters his voice echoed "Good Night" to the empty space across the river.
There are two us in this shell, this body, with features so troubling. Something we made in our own image to give us shape to give us a form they would accept. Skin kissed by a star, they call it the sun, a reflection of living in the light, it seems to draw more eyes to it now that the days have become dark. Markings that once were a deep gold have now faded to a pale shade of what they once were. The seal that kept us separate slowly beginning to fade under such a constant strain. A body which he has trained, approaching near the apex of those his age, it brings only more attention, what he has worked so hard for it now only serves as a distraction.
The focal point, the nexus, the center of being no longer the bright soul inside him, but something of flesh and bone, woven together with shards of white and gold that act out in defiance of laws set forth by no man. They bring joy and they bring perspective to the world from their lofty view. Wrapping those few close to him in an embrace not of this world, bringing a warmth beyond simplistic sense, to touch.
The few they have touched, they have brought forth a warmth unlike any star, the many who have seen them they have confused and angered. What has given him joy and perspective, has brought to others, false hopes, impossible expectations, anger, disappointment and sadness.
When he first awoke in a sea of green surrounded roar of humanity, he was lost, we were alone, afraid. Then she came, frozen in a past we did not understand, teaching, guiding, cutting out a path through an unknown wilderness. Sharp words and truths that could yet to be seen, but are now understood. She was the closest one to him, yet the most distant, as timed passed the chasm seems to only widen, much as a river that cuts through a valley is shaped by the current, so was their friend ship by the current that is time and experience. They seemed to in the beginning stand so close on opposite sides of the river banks, now the current seems so strong, and the distance across so far, all he can hope to do is reach for something, and hope to see her standing in the distance arms extended, even though she is so far out of reach.
He looked down to the water seeing her reflection, her words were sharp, but they did not teach him as they had done so many times before, they were cold, in his minds eye as he stood there with arms out stretched to her across the ever widening chasm, she slowly turned to face away. He reached out, as far as he could pleading but there was only silence, for the rift had become to great, and the roaring current of their lives had swallowed his cries.
Then he asked me, which part had caused her to reach out before her back had turned, was the image of what he was, the image that had so many times caused her to avert her eyes. Or was it the true Nexus, the one he wished those around him would see. I wished I could answer him, but he shut me out "Helya" echoed through him, every part of his being wishing to hear that it would be okay. In an instant I found myself standing beside him on the banks of that river looking over. He was ready to leap once more into the icy current in hopes that maybe he could reach her. No words came, and all at once the roar of the water silenced, but still there was nothing. He wished for her to say it, whatever it was, he had silenced the roaring waters so many times before, yet... she remained still. With the simple words "Good Night" the roar of the river returned, sweeping him downstream until he could only make out was a silhouette blurred by the distance between them.
Good Night seemed to blur with good bye as the current swept him down stream, it seemed now he had a choice, let the current carry him away, or fight to return to the shore, knowing now he would no longer see her reach out too him. Slowly he made his way back to his shore climbing out of the icy waters his voice echoed "Good Night" to the empty space across the river.
Re: Journals of the Illuminated One
The Boy who would become....
They told me in my life, I had done great things, helped to make great people, helped to save others better than myself. I don't remember these things, but they tell me books are written, grand stories of what I have done, tales passed down to children on planets centuries away from where I sit today. I remember being told these things, but that life is gone, all that remains is who I was, my core self, what is supposed to guide him so that he may one day do great things. The kids here call him Nova, his friends from home called him Daystar, I know him by a different name.
I can remember being there when he first came in, no more than five years old, a bright white smile stuck to his face, eyes wide with amazement at the inside of the temple. His parents led him, each with a hand attached to him, every time he smiled, they would smile right back. I still see that in him today, with new friends, even when some of feel hurt, the words, his words, come out, and they may not beam back, but they want to smile. I can see it, they stave it off, maybe so he can keep talking to them that way, let them know how special they really are. I am not sure why I had to pick him, no specific memory came to mind, just I knew it to be so, they performed their tests, as men in coats such as theirs so often do. I knew before they even said it, "It will work"
The first time I spoke with him, I was nothing more than a ball of light, a soul of pure energy unable to exist without technology, unable to live again without a host.
"Hello my name is ******* " he beamed to me, it was like he never stopped for a second to question who or what I was. I felt though if I was capable I would have returned the smile to him, somehow, I think he knew I did.
He sat there alone, and it was explained to him, and to me, just what it meant to be a member of the Nova clan. What it meant to serve a greater good, not a divine being like they call it down here, but an idea, balance. I suppose you could give it a name, a face, a gender a title, like he or she watched over what happens, but does it really matter? Some here think it does. We were told of sacrifice, what each of us would give. I knew of mine, my memories, who I was in my life before this. What he would give was so much more. Did he understand? I think he did, it was the first time I saw his smile fade. Was this what they would do to him? So that he one day might have the chance to do great things? How could anyone so young be ready for that? How could he even understand what he was giving up? Purpose... Duty... Calling, they may not have been the right words, but they were the first that came to mind.
It was weeks later when he came back, inside the temple to the room where it was to happen. He was afraid, that I was sure of, I was terrified, was I this great that this kid should be changed like this? I didn't want this, but through his fear he looked to me and smiled. It was the last time I would see it from that perspective, and in truth I was no longer afraid.
Hollowing may not be the right word, but its the first one that came to mind.
We awoke some time later, how long, it didn't really matter. He was still asleep, but I had shape, form once more. I could see through eyes, I felt the weight of the stars above me, as well as the force from the center of the world below me. There was something very different though, something new, I had never felt anything like this. A moment of concentration followed with a flutter, as I looked behind me, there they were. They were new and interesting confusing and a challenge. When he awoke he was different, seeing him on the surface the smile was still there, but something deeper to it was gone.
We sat and talked without words, he spoke well for someone so young, he spoke of things like he had life for himself, and I was the host for him. He asked me our name. He knew mine, and I knew his, but he explained we are no longer we, only I, and sometimes a title can help others know that. So his friends could understand... his voice didn't want to say it, but it was and would always be hard for him to have private thoughts. Daystar? He came up with it, he said it was the reflection he saw in a pool of water, seeing himself, and the heavens above him. He told me we would bring light to the darkness, and we would work hard to do it. I believed him, and to this day he has kept his word.
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She sits there, a human, she goes by different titles, Stasis seems to be the most correct.
She asks him to speak, to tell her something, anything, a secret!
What secrets does he have?
He has one, not that one, not that one....
"I had a name before Daystar... Before Nova"
He needs to stop, this isn't who I am... we.. this isn't who we are.
I can't remember much, I didn't even know he could do that... even if he could.. I didn't think he would do that. For the first time since that day in the temple, I was frightened again. What was she doing to him? Why did he want this so badly? I felt like I know so much about her, yet so little. He probably feels the same way. Fractured may not be the right word, but its the first one that comes to mind.
We talked about her. What she meant to him, what he would do for her, what I would do for her. He didn't care anymore about great causes, she was his cause. His great cause.
What did he want to do? Fix her? I asked of him.
No. He offered no further explanation about what this meant, what he planned to do, how he planned to do it. I believe its because he didn't know.
Something echoed in his mind, through our mind.
"If he came back today and asked you to go with him... would you?" The answer wasn't a word, it was pain.
She had left now, and I could feel him calling the armor around us. Celestial Art :
He asked me a favor, not as someone who is a part of him, but as a friend.
"If he comes back for her, make sure I let her go"
They told me in my life, I had done great things, helped to make great people, helped to save others better than myself. I don't remember these things, but they tell me books are written, grand stories of what I have done, tales passed down to children on planets centuries away from where I sit today. I remember being told these things, but that life is gone, all that remains is who I was, my core self, what is supposed to guide him so that he may one day do great things. The kids here call him Nova, his friends from home called him Daystar, I know him by a different name.
I can remember being there when he first came in, no more than five years old, a bright white smile stuck to his face, eyes wide with amazement at the inside of the temple. His parents led him, each with a hand attached to him, every time he smiled, they would smile right back. I still see that in him today, with new friends, even when some of feel hurt, the words, his words, come out, and they may not beam back, but they want to smile. I can see it, they stave it off, maybe so he can keep talking to them that way, let them know how special they really are. I am not sure why I had to pick him, no specific memory came to mind, just I knew it to be so, they performed their tests, as men in coats such as theirs so often do. I knew before they even said it, "It will work"
The first time I spoke with him, I was nothing more than a ball of light, a soul of pure energy unable to exist without technology, unable to live again without a host.
"Hello my name is ******* " he beamed to me, it was like he never stopped for a second to question who or what I was. I felt though if I was capable I would have returned the smile to him, somehow, I think he knew I did.
He sat there alone, and it was explained to him, and to me, just what it meant to be a member of the Nova clan. What it meant to serve a greater good, not a divine being like they call it down here, but an idea, balance. I suppose you could give it a name, a face, a gender a title, like he or she watched over what happens, but does it really matter? Some here think it does. We were told of sacrifice, what each of us would give. I knew of mine, my memories, who I was in my life before this. What he would give was so much more. Did he understand? I think he did, it was the first time I saw his smile fade. Was this what they would do to him? So that he one day might have the chance to do great things? How could anyone so young be ready for that? How could he even understand what he was giving up? Purpose... Duty... Calling, they may not have been the right words, but they were the first that came to mind.
It was weeks later when he came back, inside the temple to the room where it was to happen. He was afraid, that I was sure of, I was terrified, was I this great that this kid should be changed like this? I didn't want this, but through his fear he looked to me and smiled. It was the last time I would see it from that perspective, and in truth I was no longer afraid.
Hollowing may not be the right word, but its the first one that came to mind.
We awoke some time later, how long, it didn't really matter. He was still asleep, but I had shape, form once more. I could see through eyes, I felt the weight of the stars above me, as well as the force from the center of the world below me. There was something very different though, something new, I had never felt anything like this. A moment of concentration followed with a flutter, as I looked behind me, there they were. They were new and interesting confusing and a challenge. When he awoke he was different, seeing him on the surface the smile was still there, but something deeper to it was gone.
We sat and talked without words, he spoke well for someone so young, he spoke of things like he had life for himself, and I was the host for him. He asked me our name. He knew mine, and I knew his, but he explained we are no longer we, only I, and sometimes a title can help others know that. So his friends could understand... his voice didn't want to say it, but it was and would always be hard for him to have private thoughts. Daystar? He came up with it, he said it was the reflection he saw in a pool of water, seeing himself, and the heavens above him. He told me we would bring light to the darkness, and we would work hard to do it. I believed him, and to this day he has kept his word.
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She sits there, a human, she goes by different titles, Stasis seems to be the most correct.
She asks him to speak, to tell her something, anything, a secret!
What secrets does he have?
He has one, not that one, not that one....
"I had a name before Daystar... Before Nova"
He needs to stop, this isn't who I am... we.. this isn't who we are.
I can't remember much, I didn't even know he could do that... even if he could.. I didn't think he would do that. For the first time since that day in the temple, I was frightened again. What was she doing to him? Why did he want this so badly? I felt like I know so much about her, yet so little. He probably feels the same way. Fractured may not be the right word, but its the first one that comes to mind.
We talked about her. What she meant to him, what he would do for her, what I would do for her. He didn't care anymore about great causes, she was his cause. His great cause.
What did he want to do? Fix her? I asked of him.
No. He offered no further explanation about what this meant, what he planned to do, how he planned to do it. I believe its because he didn't know.
Something echoed in his mind, through our mind.
"If he came back today and asked you to go with him... would you?" The answer wasn't a word, it was pain.
She had left now, and I could feel him calling the armor around us. Celestial Art :
He asked me a favor, not as someone who is a part of him, but as a friend.
"If he comes back for her, make sure I let her go"
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Re: Journals of the Illuminated One
Resolve
It was time. "Celestial Art : Spirit Armor!"
Wild and untamed energy suddenly became focused, with direction and purpose, the soft smiled angel boy was in a moments time, and with a rush of force transformed in what looked to be a fierce warrior. Eyes seem to sear with an intense glow, as a sleek metallic substance coated his torso. Strangely engraved plates covered his shoulders and legs, a symbol, a representation of a word that none seemed to know shimmered for a moment as the transformation completed.
Did it make him taller? No it was just the way he stood, the presence he gave off. The armor, in truth was the last line of defense, a powerful one, in truth it was complicated. She was complicated...
Raw energy seemed to swirl around him violently at times, but with a certain harmony to it. He stood there the culmination of his life's experience being put to the test... of course this happen nearly every day.
Five... Six.... no Seven Skulls? Skulls meant darkness... Hellions, Fire. No, outcasts. This was bad.
What had brought him here? To this moment, surrounded... he tried to remember, but only got as far as going for a walk after class.
They all moved at once, wait six did?
He tensed all at once, but he was not alone, in so many ways. I could feel the warm energy being focused and concentrated, then I heard the silent chant, words not spoken, only understood "Destructive Art : Divine Step" His food struck the ground with force, as there was a split second of silence, like the air was being drawn in before a great explosion. All at once it was released, a wave of energy tearing up through the ground sending those now so close to him, flying back.
What next? He had already planted his foot, leaping into the air, in the short ascending journey I could feel energy build above us. He reached the Apex, the familiar rustle of feathers as his wings shot out catching him, suspending him in mid air. The whisper came again "Stellar Art : Sunrise " a large mass of energy rested just above his finger tips, it looked as if it was the surface of a white star, intense, erratic, heavenly.
Those getting to their feet looked up to the divine looking figure, wings at full span as he launched the orb toward what looked to be the center of them.
"Sunset" He whispered, as it seemed split suddenly and without warning, as if it had always been three instead of one. With frightening precision they broke from the path he had sent them, suddenly eyes became wide as a flash of white light washed over the three targets.
He began his descent, looking for the.... It ripped through him without warning, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and saw the burst of energy rupture from his chest, as everything went limp, eyes blurry he saw the large blue expanse above him, the star that watched over this planet falling behind a pale gray cloud in the sky. He fell hard, his body even bouncing slightly what he thought was pain in his shoulder, thought it was dwarfed by the electricity that tore through him.
"Move!" I called to him, as he instinctively rolled to the a giant mallet mad of stone crushing into the pavement beside him.
"Get up!" But it was too late, the he was too slow... the second swing found its mark crushing into the middle of his back sending him back to the ground as he tried to push himself up.
There was blackness for a moment, sleep? Wake up!
A sharp kick landed in his side, as he cried out in pain, rolling across the ground settling in a heap. I could hear them laughing, angel boy, they taunted him, all that show for nothing.
He coughed a warm liquid finding its way to his mouth, as he spit it out, spattering the ground with it. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, arriving an an uneasy stance.
"This must be one of those real heroes, doesn't know when to give up" His eyes were blurry, unfocused, it was just what he needed. He saw her, that little girl huddled in the corner of the building. Why he was here, why he hadn't just run away. Eight, the one who had struck him in the ribs, he had been watching over her while the others fought, had left his post. He could see she wept tears, filled with fear she shook, he wanted to call out that it would be okay, but there was no breath left in him.
A sharp whisper was all that escaped "I'm not... not finished yet" The two left standing looked over to him, one with a violent current surging across his body, the other a giant stone sledge held in a powerful hand, they nodded as they started a slow advance towards him.
He put it all aside, the pain seeming to dull as a wave of green energy ripped through his body, seeming to have a different glow as he stood there breathing sharply. The mallet swung towards him, his feet were unsure, but but quick enough. The larger one was slow, but one more hit from that thing and he was done for. He stepped to the side of the swing, a quick half step putting him directly behind the large Outcast. He knew he was wide open his back turned to the other, but he couldn't fight two of them like this. He had to drop this guy now, and... hope he survived what ever struck him from behind.
There was a look of surprise, as the mallet connected only with concrete, eyes were wide, as the larger one was wide open. A violent swirl of energy in the young boys fist rushed towards the center of his back. A moment later, a white light erupted from the side of large man, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fell limp.
There was no time to even turn to see what was coming, as two heavy hands filled with electricity crushed the back of his neck.
Darkness. Sleep? Wake up!
Nothing happened, it was just a distant echo.
Eyes slowly opened, he was hovering above the ground, though a burning grip around his neck anchored him. The other man was enraged, energy poured out of him, this was no longer a game. He didn't look him in the eyes, instead is gaze drifted over to the small girl on the ground. Then something struck him, in the moment before a fist connected with his stomach. His eyes narrowed with pain, as he kept his eyes on her, trembling there, to afraid to even look up at the world around her, holding onto herself as if it was all she had. For a moment, she looked to be someone else...
There was energy growing inside him, my reserves were drained, I could give him no more, yet it continued to flow, continued to build, as if he was pulling it from the world, from life around him.
His smile was crooked as he looked to the enraged man trying so hard to beat the life out of him. His voice came as a weak whisper, though it wasn't directed at him.
"I've found my resolve" His eyes were still fixed on the small figure huddled, as for the first time she looked over to him, the smallest shimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Dawn Strike" he whispered as everything fell silent, the armor was gone, the glow was gone, everything was calm, as a brilliant wave of energy erupted sweeping everything away from him.
His body seemed to hover for just a moment before it quietly fell to the ground. Time passed, I could not tell how much, but I could feel a small hand in his, still trembling, trying to wake him up, thanking him, even as he was, there was a smile on his face, and the trembling seemed to stop.
He spoke to me again, not as someone who was bound to him, but as a brother.
"Don't let me give up on her"
It was time. "Celestial Art : Spirit Armor!"
Wild and untamed energy suddenly became focused, with direction and purpose, the soft smiled angel boy was in a moments time, and with a rush of force transformed in what looked to be a fierce warrior. Eyes seem to sear with an intense glow, as a sleek metallic substance coated his torso. Strangely engraved plates covered his shoulders and legs, a symbol, a representation of a word that none seemed to know shimmered for a moment as the transformation completed.
Did it make him taller? No it was just the way he stood, the presence he gave off. The armor, in truth was the last line of defense, a powerful one, in truth it was complicated. She was complicated...
Raw energy seemed to swirl around him violently at times, but with a certain harmony to it. He stood there the culmination of his life's experience being put to the test... of course this happen nearly every day.
Five... Six.... no Seven Skulls? Skulls meant darkness... Hellions, Fire. No, outcasts. This was bad.
What had brought him here? To this moment, surrounded... he tried to remember, but only got as far as going for a walk after class.
They all moved at once, wait six did?
He tensed all at once, but he was not alone, in so many ways. I could feel the warm energy being focused and concentrated, then I heard the silent chant, words not spoken, only understood "Destructive Art : Divine Step" His food struck the ground with force, as there was a split second of silence, like the air was being drawn in before a great explosion. All at once it was released, a wave of energy tearing up through the ground sending those now so close to him, flying back.
What next? He had already planted his foot, leaping into the air, in the short ascending journey I could feel energy build above us. He reached the Apex, the familiar rustle of feathers as his wings shot out catching him, suspending him in mid air. The whisper came again "Stellar Art : Sunrise " a large mass of energy rested just above his finger tips, it looked as if it was the surface of a white star, intense, erratic, heavenly.
Those getting to their feet looked up to the divine looking figure, wings at full span as he launched the orb toward what looked to be the center of them.
"Sunset" He whispered, as it seemed split suddenly and without warning, as if it had always been three instead of one. With frightening precision they broke from the path he had sent them, suddenly eyes became wide as a flash of white light washed over the three targets.
He began his descent, looking for the.... It ripped through him without warning, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and saw the burst of energy rupture from his chest, as everything went limp, eyes blurry he saw the large blue expanse above him, the star that watched over this planet falling behind a pale gray cloud in the sky. He fell hard, his body even bouncing slightly what he thought was pain in his shoulder, thought it was dwarfed by the electricity that tore through him.
"Move!" I called to him, as he instinctively rolled to the a giant mallet mad of stone crushing into the pavement beside him.
"Get up!" But it was too late, the he was too slow... the second swing found its mark crushing into the middle of his back sending him back to the ground as he tried to push himself up.
There was blackness for a moment, sleep? Wake up!
A sharp kick landed in his side, as he cried out in pain, rolling across the ground settling in a heap. I could hear them laughing, angel boy, they taunted him, all that show for nothing.
He coughed a warm liquid finding its way to his mouth, as he spit it out, spattering the ground with it. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, arriving an an uneasy stance.
"This must be one of those real heroes, doesn't know when to give up" His eyes were blurry, unfocused, it was just what he needed. He saw her, that little girl huddled in the corner of the building. Why he was here, why he hadn't just run away. Eight, the one who had struck him in the ribs, he had been watching over her while the others fought, had left his post. He could see she wept tears, filled with fear she shook, he wanted to call out that it would be okay, but there was no breath left in him.
A sharp whisper was all that escaped "I'm not... not finished yet" The two left standing looked over to him, one with a violent current surging across his body, the other a giant stone sledge held in a powerful hand, they nodded as they started a slow advance towards him.
He put it all aside, the pain seeming to dull as a wave of green energy ripped through his body, seeming to have a different glow as he stood there breathing sharply. The mallet swung towards him, his feet were unsure, but but quick enough. The larger one was slow, but one more hit from that thing and he was done for. He stepped to the side of the swing, a quick half step putting him directly behind the large Outcast. He knew he was wide open his back turned to the other, but he couldn't fight two of them like this. He had to drop this guy now, and... hope he survived what ever struck him from behind.
There was a look of surprise, as the mallet connected only with concrete, eyes were wide, as the larger one was wide open. A violent swirl of energy in the young boys fist rushed towards the center of his back. A moment later, a white light erupted from the side of large man, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fell limp.
There was no time to even turn to see what was coming, as two heavy hands filled with electricity crushed the back of his neck.
Darkness. Sleep? Wake up!
Nothing happened, it was just a distant echo.
Eyes slowly opened, he was hovering above the ground, though a burning grip around his neck anchored him. The other man was enraged, energy poured out of him, this was no longer a game. He didn't look him in the eyes, instead is gaze drifted over to the small girl on the ground. Then something struck him, in the moment before a fist connected with his stomach. His eyes narrowed with pain, as he kept his eyes on her, trembling there, to afraid to even look up at the world around her, holding onto herself as if it was all she had. For a moment, she looked to be someone else...
There was energy growing inside him, my reserves were drained, I could give him no more, yet it continued to flow, continued to build, as if he was pulling it from the world, from life around him.
His smile was crooked as he looked to the enraged man trying so hard to beat the life out of him. His voice came as a weak whisper, though it wasn't directed at him.
"I've found my resolve" His eyes were still fixed on the small figure huddled, as for the first time she looked over to him, the smallest shimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Dawn Strike" he whispered as everything fell silent, the armor was gone, the glow was gone, everything was calm, as a brilliant wave of energy erupted sweeping everything away from him.
His body seemed to hover for just a moment before it quietly fell to the ground. Time passed, I could not tell how much, but I could feel a small hand in his, still trembling, trying to wake him up, thanking him, even as he was, there was a smile on his face, and the trembling seemed to stop.
He spoke to me again, not as someone who was bound to him, but as a brother.
"Don't let me give up on her"
Re: Journals of the Illuminated One
Silence
For so long now he has been quiet, to the world around him, to the world within. Many nights he sits, legs crossed over one another, a book in his lap, reading, learning their ways, their history. Many nights he waits for her, to emerge from his silent world hoping to become a part of hers.
Others are not satisfied with this, others have become angry, irrational, hurtful in nature. He is held to a higher standard in their eyes, because of what I have made him. Angelic in their eyes perhaps? Looking over writings in history, it seems they expect so much out of him, when in truth they expect so much out of me. It is seldom that one or the other truly speaks, in truth it is often a combination, both coming together with one voice. There are however times when he is silent, yet a voice fills the air around him. That young girl was afraid, she trembled, he was the one that reassured her.
Perhaps my silence was part of this deal, this sharing of spirit.
These silences I do not fear. It is another, an imposed silence, to which I can not find the source. It occurs around her, that girl, he calls her Tara now. He does not realize he speaks with only one voice, but there is no way to tell him. Perhaps what was left of him is growing stronger. Somehow restoring itself? A cosmic impossibility? The force behind it seems capable of great and terrible things.
For so long now he has been quiet, to the world around him, to the world within. Many nights he sits, legs crossed over one another, a book in his lap, reading, learning their ways, their history. Many nights he waits for her, to emerge from his silent world hoping to become a part of hers.
Others are not satisfied with this, others have become angry, irrational, hurtful in nature. He is held to a higher standard in their eyes, because of what I have made him. Angelic in their eyes perhaps? Looking over writings in history, it seems they expect so much out of him, when in truth they expect so much out of me. It is seldom that one or the other truly speaks, in truth it is often a combination, both coming together with one voice. There are however times when he is silent, yet a voice fills the air around him. That young girl was afraid, she trembled, he was the one that reassured her.
Perhaps my silence was part of this deal, this sharing of spirit.
These silences I do not fear. It is another, an imposed silence, to which I can not find the source. It occurs around her, that girl, he calls her Tara now. He does not realize he speaks with only one voice, but there is no way to tell him. Perhaps what was left of him is growing stronger. Somehow restoring itself? A cosmic impossibility? The force behind it seems capable of great and terrible things.