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Zhenlin crossed his legs as he sank to the groud and started to breath, he was pulling the air down for the area around him. But it was just the beginning of the act of meditation but there was steps that had to be taken. One did not rush, one did not fight it, it was a feeling that rested on the body. You knew were you were and what you were to be doing, he pushed the oxygen as he felt his muscles start to burn. There was a reason it took him so long to get the proper way to breath under his control so that he could do it for this long, it was collecting the energy in the core of the person then forcing it through the body.

He let exhaled the air as a bolt of lightning was called down from the skin into his as he held the position. His finger completing the circuit as the lightning ran along his muscles force the body to push out more power, to cause the muscles to grow as his horns pushed themselves from his head. He bone pushing there way thought a sea of silver on his head shooting out like rods to focus the strikes. He kept breathing as his tail grew back into place, the muscles slapping against the ground before he wrapped it around his waist and rest it in his lap. His eyes winched for a second as his iris changed to what they were to look like when he called down lightning.

He sucked down more air again as he open his eyes and looked at the ball of lightning that was pulsing in that spot of darkness. There he was, well there he was at that point of time he could still see the marks in the darkness of his mind, the blood that charted a path to this place in his head. Pushing himself to his feet as he world pulled him down thought the floor as he walked on the ceiling. The laws where he was changing the path that he was to walk for the walk seemed like that ground and the ground became the sky as he made his way back to where he had begun this walk.

But it seemed that the lightning had followed him as he had taken his way his steps carving a path into the dark that the lightning rushed to fill to be. The path has changed as he had walked but there he was looking back up the ball as it was not longer a ball. His breathing steady every as he claws on his hands cut into his skin pushing past the scales to scrap into the flesh. Ruby trails running down blue scales into the stone that rested below him as he watched the form that the lightning wished to take shape in the void. The only source of light in the darkness the calling of faith that lite the way to truth of one's self. It rushed into the shape that was created as he looked up at a creature that was large than him in scope pressing down on his mind. Its claws seemed to hold the force of lightning itself and in his breath the clouds formed. He rested on the storm that was his mind and make it peaceful.

Zhenlin looked up at that grand dragon that divine spirit that has been a force of creation for this world that he walked upon. He could see it in that second that lightning that arc off his scales that fell ward to touch the great spirit. So he called it down one more time the lightning that never stopped that strike the earth endlessly and never once falling from the sky. He saw it in the second between the lightning, as he pulled his eyes open and looked back into the world that existed and got to his feet his claws cutting into the ground. It was time to go for a walk.
(Yawen-An Zhenlin)


Zhenlin fold his legs under him as he sat down on the edge of the shoreline letting the water reach up and soak his feet. He was looking out towards the horizon as a image fixed itself in his mind, he ad had gotten closer to understand of who he was and what he was meant to do. That idea just needed to be pulled forth into the world before his eyes. Grabbing a handful of sand and letting it fall from his fingers as its flow was broken up by his tail.

Yawen was scared for the first time in a long time he was scared, he had not feared pain in Dawn or the idea of death but here now he was afraid. He was afraid to fail to lose everything just when he thought he was close to the end of it all, but fear should not and it was not going to stop him today. There was something that he was going to set out to do and his body needed to be ready. It was going to need to carry the weight that he had left on his soul when he had first stated his journey all those years ago in a dark cell in Dawn. So he looked over the water again and started to breath, he pushed the air down past his chest into his core. It started off slow and then he got strong, as he sucked down more oxygen backing it into his lung as he pushed them as far as they would allow themselves to go. He was always amazed how much pain that his boy could take but that was not important what was important was to complete the circuit.

Zhenlin fingers found each other in that second as he the lightning ran through his body. It came not like a shock but a pulse a steady beating that ran through his limbs as he opened his eyes for the second time that day. He was not under the blue lightning as he used to appear when he fell through that water that rest on the floor of his mind. He was above, the cracks where there left on the mind pulled from his blood in the darkness. He could still feel the pain of when it was ripped from him when he first looked at the path that was laid out from him. That would always remain fresh a remind of what he had lost when he had failed to save the young one. He felt the pain in his chest as his muscles burned like fire as the lightning sparked in his body, he was pulling it down back onto his skin to stop it from arc away from him. He was pushing that energy back into the body, he was pushing the limits of what he was with the gifts that the Dragons has given him. His nails were biting into his skin they dug into his wrist as he held himself in place.

Yawen kept looking at the lightning the form that it has become it was a dragon and one that looked like him. He was there when it had taken shape in his head for it was it who had guided his feet when he walked to shape its form. It was what it was meant to be and would be it simply was he had just taken long to find it. So he sat in a space on the ceiling as he looked into what his lightning had become over his life, he pulled himself to his feet as he started to fall back away from the ceiling as he punched through the black water and found himself falling into the sky the rain falling with him as he beast looked on. An unmoving vigil being keep as Yawen felt it rush past him, things that he had thought that he had put behind him. Things that he had thought that he had come to terms with, he say his life rise from him as he crashed like thunder onto the ground.

Zhenlin breath was coming harder now it was getting heavier as his nail finally had managed to dig themselves into his skin, cutting to the flesh deep enough to draw blood. The lightning was arcing off of him into the sand where was a lack of control with it as he tail moved. It pulled the blade form his side and sunk it into the ground in front of him and wrapping around it. The energy following the muscles as the metal and will directed the lightning into the water of the sea. A slow droplet of blood was running down from his nose.

Yawen was still falling even as he had crashed through the water, he was still falling, even as he felt the pain wrack through his body he was still falling. It felt like his muscles were pulling themselves part even as he fell, even as he looked where he had failed other. Where he had lost other in his life, he kept falling crash thought that water in the darkness. As the blood started to pour faster from Zhenlin's nose into his lap splatter of red on a ivory surface of the sand.

Yawen fell a final time as he felt his felt the pulse was lighter to him not, the beating was stopping his muscles still burned but the pain was going to kill him. He needed to look upon the world to pull himself from this spot.

"No"

It was the only word that he has during all of this he would not stop he would not fail. His fingers reached out clawing into the darkness as he finally stopped falling. He has spent all his life moving not matter how bad it got his had never stop moving he endured the pain, he endured the humiliation, and he had endured the sadness he would be able to endure this. It was then he saw that he was missing every time he had fallen into the dark had has missed the time when he had gotten back up. He had missed the times where he had fought for those that he had sworn to, those that he had stood by no matter the cause. He remember the years that he never forgot his duty even when all had been forgotten to him. When he had been forgotten he did not turn away, there he stood on that cloud in the darkness. The water in the sky as he looked at the dragon in understand, he saw how it had fought, how it had struggle, how it had endured, how its loyalist had never wavered and how it never forgot its duty.

Then he woke up, he was coughing into the sand as he wiped the blood from his face. His breathing rough as he brought the lightning back under control as he sat.
(Yawen-An Zhenlin)