Algar 3rd meeting with ancestor

Waking up from his sleepy dream. Algar finds himself on his bed staring at the ceiling. He's learned so much and has come so far. As of the moment he knew that he was powerful enough to take anothers life and fight multiple people at once. Yet, there was also others out there who could demolish him in one fatal swoop. Example, his father. He hadn't even seen the man fight but by the auraic sense that he gives off and just by how he looks. You can tell that he is stronger than most. . . . . and some day. Algar would be that strong aswell.

Soon to push himself up on the bed to sit up. Algar would release a long yawn before coming to a halt and soon to stare around his room. Noticing how it was so quiet. Algar would take the time to contemplate what he was going to do for the day.

After a couple of minutes of just thinking about what to do, Algar also had the thought to go back to bed. But he already wasted most of the day so that wasn't an option. So he decided to walk downstairs to see if anyone was home, and it wasn't a surprise when he ended up searching the entire house to not find one single soul but him inside of their household. Sighing at the fact that once again, no one bothered to wake him up and announce their departure bothered him. It made him feel like he always had to guess where they went. Which always worried him. His sister was always out there doing dangerous things and so was his father. He was truly the only one in the family who wouldn't dare to leave Frostvale's safety anymore. Ever since his encounter with Judas Valco, Algar has forever been scared of any kind of submerging of water. Wither drinking  water for to long or taking a shower. He always had a sense of panic whenever he was doing something that involved water.

Making breakfast for himself, Algar noticed how it was pretty quiet. Usually the house is always full of noise when everybody comes home but now that everyone was gone. The place was completely filled with silence.

Soon to finish up his small meal, Algar would head up stairs to return to his usual routine. Getting ready for the day. After he was doing washing up and getting dressed. Algar would then sit down on top of his bed and start to think about if he should truly go outside or not for the day. But a sudden urge came to him as he kept on thinking about he should do for the remainder of the day. He realised it that instant.

Ancestral Wrath

Algar attempted many times before to get in contact with his ancestor but it never had happened. He tried for hours on end and it would just leave him with the feeling of peace and nothing more. It has been more than 6 months that he could tell at most that he had seen him. He soon did start to wonder if 'Hanson' was still there. If he could still connect with him. If it were even possible to do such a feat once more. After all, he hadn't done it in so long.

Debating about wether to do attempt it again or not. He would finally come to a conclusion that if it was quiet around that he would attempt it. He came to this reason due to the fact that his Father, Abram, had told him that in order to meditate is that you basically needed to be in a noise proof room. It didn't come as a surprise that as he waited for a full 5 minutes and heard nothing but his own thoughts. Which then basically was a message from Ryujin to tell him to do him. So Algar would soon think back to what both of his fahter's had told him as she got into a confortable postion. Soon to close his eyes and think back to the time that his father's had advised him in this.

Changing his breathing patterns to breathing in from his nostrils and out his mouth. He kept that up as he cleared his thoughts and kept his mind calm. He retained this state of mind as he only focused on his breathing which would soon bring him to that fimalar feeling of him traveling through nothingness. He remained in this state hours on end, feelings nothing but himself finding true peace. Feeling like giving up, as he knew that by the time he was going to wake it up from this state, it would be night. His parent would probably be worried about his being and go out searching for him since he wasn't known to stay inside all day but instead to stay outside all day. But as he was about to break the trance, he felt his sub conciouss leave his body and veer off into another direction. Soon to find himself soon accompanied by none other than his ancestor 'Hanson'.

The regal figure was sitting down on a throne that was placed in the sky. Algar himself was also placed in the sky in front of him. The scene was like the floor was the sky itself, but yet as Algar looked down. He barely noticed that there was a giant town laying out below him. Which was a big shock to him. It was like if the both of them were defying physics itself. Laws of gravity and all, on top of that. Algar  had never been up this high before. At this point, he felt that no one had ever been so high up in the sky. His body was soon pumped up with thrill and uneasyness as he felt that he was going to fall from whatever was holding him and plumet to his death.

"So are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to say something?" Hanson had said with a grin.

All Algar could say while his mouth was agape from not believing how the two could be up so was "I. . . . . I. . . . . I. . . "  which was soon to be greeted by a deep and toned laugh from Hanson. Algar would then start to cough and blushed a bit as he looked embarrased to which his ancestor would soon wave off jokingly.

"So I see that this is your first time being so high up eh? Well not everyone can fly up so high, Only the strongest of Dragons can mate. So consider y'er self lucky!" Hanson would soon laugh again as it would disappear to a smile hinted across his face.

Algar would watch as Hanson got up from his throne and walked over to him with arms opened wide as he would soon pull him into a hug to later let go. Then he placed his hand on Algar's shoulder and pulled him close, spinning him around in place so that Algar's back would be facing Hanson and that their shoulder's would be side by side. They also looked the same way.

"So what'cha came here for! There's no reason to act'll royal'ty like when y'er with famil'ty right?! Hahahaha! Magic'k? Trainin'? Or adventu're!? Or mayb'eh y'er came to hang out with y'er ol' Hanson!" Algar noticed how at first his voice went from all royal and deep to a playful voice that was high and mighty. But as Hanson started to list off the reasons, different scenerio's showed. Playing out and all, Algar was shown to explosions of magic colliding together to make this big collage of different types of magic coming together, from modern magic to ones he couldn't even explain how they looked. Probably ancient or lost magic! to a scene of two warriors fighting other for days on end to a scene of a group of adventurers traveling on a giant Dragon.

Hanson seemed to be pent up on energy as it had looked like he hadn't talked to an person alive in centuries. He kept on listing off things and showing scenes of amazing things that Algar would never have dreamed of seeing in his life time. Algar and Hanson had even laughed at a couple of scenes and as time flew  by, they even talked about their daily lives. But soon Algar broke out of his ancestor's grasp and laughed it off by saying "No no no Han- can I call you uncle?"

Which Hanson replied with a "Of'course!"

Algar smiled at that and continued. "Alright uncle! Well. . .  I actually came here to chat with you in all honesty, but another reason which I just remembered was to ask you a question.  . . . "

Hanson's eyes light up with curiousity as he asked demandingly "Well let me're hear it'h!"

Algar would soon then scatch his head as he looked down to the side as he said "Weeeeell......" soon to look up at Hanson, asking " Doooo you happen to know of an abilitiy called . . . ."

"Well let me'h hear it'h! Come on! Spil' the beans' already'h!" Hanson woul pry on

"Ancestral Wrath?" Algar would finish.

"Ancetral Wrath!? Of'course I do! What of it'!?" Hanson replied

"I was hoping that you could help me learn it???" Algar said with he shrugged his shoulders jokingly.

Then the scenerio turned fort he worse. It was as if Algar had asked for a terrible omen to be commited. Soon the surroundings would turn pitch black with only the two of them being emitted by a vauge light. Only showing the two of them while everything else was just black.

"Ancestral Wrath y'er- you say?" His voice changed once again, this time frightening Algar.

"Leave now" Hanson would say fiercely. Shoving Algar back with just pure words. Soon a fierce like aura would surround Hanson. It looked nothing like Algar's own Energy shroud. It was more like a fierecer and more blueish aura. Glowing and buring his surroundings with a blue brilliance. Algar would then take steps back as he couldn't seem to form words with his mouth. But the longer he said. The more he felt Hanson's power.

Soon Algar's legs went numb and weak Forcing him to the ground as Hanson advanced towards him. Taking his time but surely walking towards him with diligent speed.

"Now why should someone of the likes of you learn such an ability. I gave you the strength that one battle and yet you failed. I kept you alive that day boy and now you asking me to teach you such an ability since you have forsakened the Allmikers name?!" he roared

" Once you have proven your worth to me, then you can come at me with that ability. But until then."  By now Algar felt completely useless as he now laid on the unseeable ground as he was held in place by Hanson's insane power. By now, Hanson was hovering above Algar. Soon raising his hand, Hanson closed it and destroyed what Algar was currently in. Sending Algar back into reality.

Fluttering his eyes wildly, Algar would gasp for breath in a panick state as he soon fell off his bed. Crashing to the floor hard as he landed on his back. Knocking the wind out of him.

Choking on false words. Algar turned on his side as he tried to catch his breath. Algar would lay there and reflect on what had just happened. He laid there for half an hour before getting back up and lay back on his bed, face first as he shoved his head into his pillow.

'What just happened" he thought? "How could a thing happen. . .  I felt so. . .  so powerless. . . . why did he act that way?" Algar clutched at his bed with is right hand before closing his eyes to fall into a deep sleep, hoping to forget the whole thing
(Algar Draconis)