Algar's second meeting with his Ancestor

"I dare a land lubber to raise a rod before me. because my parent haven't and I know for damn sure, no one here would. So do ye dare, not even in the measurement of kraus's eyes compare me to ye."

The boy rises up to the stool with his eyes watering now, remembering how his father taught him.

"I gave you an opportunity to become richer than you were. and you insult me? the hand thats trying to give you and you trying to bite me fingers like a Barracuda.. If me pa was here.. he would cut you in chunks and use ye flesh as fish bait fer being ungrateful."

The boy didn't know if it was both hunger anger or actual insulting anger that's fueling him but it's overpowering.. the boy never got this confident to speak his mind like this.. maybe this anger was pushing him in a unfamiliar place. a tear finally glaze down his cheeks as his eyes grew puffier by the second.

The boy jumped out his chair and whisk away the ceramic off the table into the ground, creating a clashing clang noise. he dramatically picked up his crown and steps back from the table..

"Ye be full of te' BULL SHIT!"
(Eli Cryver)
Coming out of his home, Algar had made sure to get ready for the morning day before he set foot outside of the home of which he stays. As he left, he made sure to say good bye to his family members inside before departing and heading over to where his 'birth father' Hoping that he would be in the mood to spend some time with him.-Walks past the tavern and sees his old man talking to some red hair'ed kid.
(Algar Draconis)
Abram only chuckled a couple of times. The boy had taken ill of what Abram said and so he should have. A boy of his age should not have been going around trying to gamble and cheat people out of their money. There was no doubt the boy had been taught slight of hand, or at least knew how to do it to an extent.

"You gave me an offer to lose money, not earn it. As for your father,"

The Bull smirked before continuing,

"I would have smashed him into a paste then pissed on it as if it were nothing more than a toilet. I assume your father is or was just like you, nothing but a knat, an annoyance."

Laughing a couple of times when the boy called Abram full of shit the Bull only shook his head. A few moments of silence went by.

"Get out of my sight you pathetic worm."
(Abram Allmiker)
As Algar watches his father and a red headed kid go at it. He decides to make his presence known as he walks over to the table that the two are bickering at and sits down awkwardly as he asks

"Uhhh. . . Good afternoon pops! Did I ahhhh come at a bad time?"

Algar then waits silently as he looks between the younger kid and his father as he feels as if the tension is growing sickly fast
(Algar Draconis)
 "BITCH!" The boy yelled like as loud and bold like a gunshot at the man. as he few steps away of completely walking passed him. but just like that from the corner of his eye a boy look appraches the table. carrying very sharp features in resemblance... oh my shit.. then the boy reply in confirmation addressing to The bull Abram as "Pops"

Eli looks away at the child that approach the table he then rolls his eyes at the situation and turns away from them with a smart remark he said loudly that both of them could hear.

"Oh great, like the world need more oh them. fucking abomination I say."

Eli then looked to the crown in his pocket.. maybe he should buy a pop soda with it after all the yelling he has done for the day.. the man simply made him abit parched.
(Eli Cryver)
 Looking over at the announcement of his son's arrival, Abram furrowed his brow. It took him a second or two to remember he had a child. After such realization Abram gave a nod.

"Hey son."

What was that? Actual acknowledgement of their relation? Interesting to say the least. That aside Abram looked over as the other boy yelled at him, calling him a bitch. Smirking he shook his head and was just about to say something before Eli spoke again.

"Get out of here before the guards come by themselves and escort you away by force. Go on now, get."

Abram spoke to the boy as if shooing away a dog or cat. After shaking his head a couple of times the Bull looked over at Algar and spoke.

"How have you been?"

The question was directed to Algar.
(Abram Allmiker)
Hearing the word 'BITCH' coming from a child, a person as young or even younger than Algar himself, saying such a word to an adult had no right. There was no reason to disrespect an elder in such a tone.

It had infurated Algar in such a way that he started to get up but for some reason he took a side glance at his father and saw as he wasn't going to defend himself from such a remark. Basically saying that the child wasn't worth any of his time. So Algar let him be and watched him scamper away as he sat back down in his seat.

His father would then call him

'Son'

The words that he thought that he would never hear had finallly came out, and he wasn't dreaming this time. he began to smile insde as he stared at his father as if he had just done the best thing ever imaginable to him. But seconds later he would play it off as if it were nothing. He was growing up now and he had to show himself as a adult. Not as a child.

His father would then shoo off the child before returning to him and asking as to how he was doing. In which he responded.

"I've been doing good. I went on a treasure hunt about 3 months ago and found some nice loot. Its sad that there wasn't any crowns though. . . . . But it was good overall. I got an Emerald Blade, Combat gloves, and a Scythe that I gave to my older sister Kara. Shes a Cosmic Knight!..... But other than that, I've been asking around about the meaning of meditation and found out some interesting things about it. My F- A friend had told me about how he once had meditated and met his reincarnation. Which is pretty interesting if you ask me!"

Algar would then lean against his chair and ask " So when does training start"
(Algar Draconis)
"Good. That is good. I am glad you are out doing something rather than just sitting around collecting dust like me."

Abram was glad to hear that someone of his blood was not as lazy as himself. Lazy was the wrong word, more so unmotivated. He smirked when Algar corrected himself just as he was going to say what Abram assumed was the word, "father".

"It is alright Algar. You can call him father or dad or whatever you want. I do not expect you to call me father or dad. After all I did not know you were even a thing until a year or so ago. I also did not know your mother died, speaking of which I did not keep up with her either."

He paused for a moment then gave a nod.

"Training in what?"
(Abram Allmiker)
Algar would chuckle as his father had made a lame joke. To him, it felt good to connect with the one who created him. Even though they had recently caught up. Its best to spend the time that they had together now than not at all.

He then heard his father tell him that it was alright that he almost mentioned his adopted father. It had seemed that the old man could still catch on to things and in a quick fashion aswell.

He responded to his father with a smile before saying. "Meditation, I would like to meet this ancestor and learn Ancestral Wrath "
(Algar Draconis)
"Oh that. Well I can teach you how to meditate but connecting to your ancestor is something I cannot teach. That will either come to you or it will not. But given that you are of my blood it is more likely to happen. Magic traits seem to pass down to children from their parents, or so I am led to believe."

Nodding his Abram rose and motioned his right hand in a "follow me" motion. After a few seconds the Bull rose and began to walk toward his house, which is only a short walk down the road to the West. Assuming his son followed him Abram opened the door, unlocking it first like always, then ushered his boy inside.

Following after him Abram shut the door and locked it behind him. A rule he had set in motion way back before he even owned the house. Tucking the key back into his cloak Abram walked over and grabbed a stool, for himself of course. Pointing to the ground he spoke shortly after.

"Sit there. Get comfortable. Let me know when you are ready."
(Abram Allmiker)
 Algar would wait and listen as his father had explained that he could only teach hm how to meditate. But him connecting with the voice that was speaking to him, his ancestor, was a different story. He learned that only he could do that, that there was a chance of doing it or not. So he sat down thinking deeply about it until his father would soon stop his little lecture and beckon him to follow him. In which Algar responded with a ' Yes sir!' and with a swift movement with getting out of his seat and moving alongside his father as he lead him across the street and into his house.

Algar had made a mental note of how his father locks the door whenever he enters or leaves his house, as if he really was uptight about his house being enclosed. Maybe he had riches stashed here? He was known as the bull, he was sure to have specail loot here. But Algar wouldn't pry unless his father gave him the 'Okay'.

Then he was directed to the wood tiled floor as a gesture to sit down, in which he did. His father told him to get confortable, so he sat down on his bottom as his knees were bent infront of him as he wraped his arms around them.

"Well im ready" he said
(Algar Draconis)
 Watching and waiting in silence for Algar to do as asked Abram finally gave a nod when the boy spoke. However, he took an extra few seconds to look over how he was sitting. It was an odd posture but whatever worked.

"Right. When you meditate it is better to do so while in a silent, calm controlled area. This is a good place to start seeing as it is mostly sound proof to the city."

He began then adjusted how he was sitting on the stool.

"Close your eye's. Concentrate on your mind. empty it of all emotions, all thought. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, slowly and deeply. Let your body calm as your mind calms. Let your conciousness be at ease."

That was his only instruction for now. Hopefully Algar could do that, he could already use Energy magic so meditation should not have been too hard for him.
(Abram Allmiker)
Looking back at his father as his father was looking at him, it took a while before he would say a word to him after he was done looking over his child.

He would then listen to his father tell him that it was best to meditate in a sound proof or in calm surroundings, he would nod. Then he was told, to close his eyes and concentrate. Emptying out everything that he had thought, all of his emotions, and breathe through his nostrils and out through his mouth. Keeping his body in a calm state as his conciousness was supposed to be at ease.

To this, Algar would nod once more as he would close his eyes upon his instruction and try to empty out all his thoughts. But suddenly thoughts of him doing such a thing came to him and he started to ridicule himself as to how dumb he must seem as he just sat there on the wooden floor in such a weird position to be meditating. But after a couple of minutes. His thoughts seemed to fade as he started to take in his surroundings. He tried to listen out for a noise, a bit of it. But none had came to him. So his mind was soon to be blank as if there was nothing there to begin with. His emtions, thoughts, mindset, everything was just blank. But he felt a calm expresion on his face as he sat there. Algar had started to notice that even his breathing had changed. Going from breathing continously from his nose to inhaling throughout his nostrils and breathing out of his mouth. It wasn't rushed either, it just seemed to flow in and out as if it was just meant to be.

Soon a weird feeling had washed over him as he noticed that his body was completely at ease, he soon did feel as if he was drifting off away. But it wasn't a scary sensation as all he could feel and see was nothing. He felt relaxed as if for once in his life that his entire being was finally at rest. Soon to fall into a deep trance as he let his body flow away this unusual feeling that he had never felt before
(Algar Draconis)
Waiting in silence the Bull watched as Algar's body reacted to the meditative state it entered. A few minutes went by and Abram saw the moment he could speak. His voice was deep, calm and soothing even. To Algar it was likely to sound as if it was coming from his own mind, as if a thought.

"Good, that is very good son. Remember, stay calm, inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. Right now you should be in the nothingness, which is good. I want you to venture into the depths of this nothingness. Continue to breath as you are, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Enter the depths of your mind, see things that have been long forgotten."

The entire time Abram spoke his voice never rose or lowered in volume. It stayed at one single monotone level, but at the same time it was calm and soothing.
(Abram Allmiker)
Algar would remain to venture throughout this trance that his body had soon fell into, at first it had felt as a dream. He even tried to open his eyes in the real world but it seemed that as if he would have done so, the soothing feeling that he had felt would vanish and he feared losing that sensation. So he remained where he was for the time being.

Then suddenly he heard a very vast voice come from the distance. It came to him as almost a whisper, if at all barely one. Telling him to stay calm, to retain his breathing regulation, and to venture out into the depths of the place that he was in. To enter the depths and see the very things that had been long forgotten, unspoken.

But to Algar the words had came and went as he remained there floating into the oblivion. Drifting along as if he was in a ride. The senstation that he was feeling was strangely familar but at the same time odd. It had felt as if he was in a lucid dream, but not being able to see anything but to visual it with his own aura.

Floating off into the distance, he felt as if he was traveling further and further from reality and into a forgotten one. One that was forgotten long ago. One that no one remembers at all, and then thats where Algar felt as his sub concious had finally left his own body to drifting away, wave after wave. Slowly drifting into the depths of nothingness
(Algar Draconis)
Now that Algar had fallen deeply into his meditation, Abram did not have a lot more to add. What was left would be the last bit, everything else was up to Algar.

"Listen, not to me but for another voice that is not your own nor mine. That is al I have to tell you, that is all I can tell you."

Again his voice was calm and soothing, like a distant echo or whisper.
(Abram Allmiker)
Algar's subconcious would drift further and further away. He started to feel more in-tone with himself, as if he was finally reaching inner peace with his own being. He was surpised at first but his feelings wouldn't let that happen. He remained calm and self centered as he felt as if he was floating through time and space.

Soon he would turn in this weird like alternate dimesion as he heard something call out to him, but it was very vague. It was as if he was several feet underwater trying to hear someone from above the shore calling out to him. So he barely had gotten any of it. Just something about listening out for something. In which he did.

"So you finally came"

Algar would soon turn around to be faced with a strange silloute figure standing infront of countless dead bodies as he held a sword garnished with the blood of his foes. Algar watched as he looked at his surroundings as the darkness had came to light as he was presented with a new scene.

"Oh this? My bad, let us go somewhere else for this talk." the strange figure had said as he had let go of his weapon and clapped his hands together.

Soon the scenery had changed and the two were standing infront of what had seemd like a bigger but older fashion of the Thorne Castle. The figure was now dressed up in regal clothes as he had a strange crown wrapped around his shoulder instead of being placed ontop of his head.

"The name Is Hanson, It is my pleasure to meet you" the figure would soon present a low bow to return to his normal posture. Soon to bare down his crystal blue eyes upon him.

Algar watched in amazement as 'Hanson' would strech out his arms and announce

"and this is my domain!"
(Algar Draconis)
As Algar tooken a huge sight of his ancestor Hanson's place, it was to magnificent for them that he couldn't help but lose focus and let go of his grasp from his meditation and woke up back into reality.

He soon found himself sitting on the floor panting really heavily as his body was sweating. His father had appeared to be missing until he heard his snores from afar, meaning that he was fast asleep in his bed. But Algar had felt pretty weird as his subconcious had traveled from within his body and helped him meet the voice! Hanson was his name, and he seemed to be very powerful compared to himself. Maybe even strong enough to defeat his father in hand to hand combat.

Algar would take a while to calm down his panicked breathing as he recently had awaken from his journey to connect with his ancestor, in which he was finally able to do. He couldn't wait to wait to tell his sister but for some reason he felt really relaxed from this experianced. But maybe to relaxed as his eyes started to daze in and out indicating that he was his body was exhausted from sitting in that same sitting position for hours on end to finally wake up with a sudden jolt. Having him seeing stars.

With a slow rise, Algar would make his way to a nearby bed and decide that it would be alright if he would sleep over his fathers house for one night. He wouldn't mind. Right?
(Algar Draconis)