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Zhenlin cracked his back as he looked at the grass taking in a breath as he started his action mediation was not something that was done without cause or with our purpose. If one was to pay proper respect then that had to ensure what they were doing was right, it was a prayer thought the movement of one’s body and as such the action had to have the proper weight. So he pulled in the air as he thought about the path that lies before him and pushes it through his body. It was to strengthen the lung for it was that part of the body that help to bring in the energy. He was sending a prayer to those that would hear him, and it had been some time that he had been able to do this properly. The mediation should have been accompanied by beads of prayer, but he had lost those when they had first captured him all those years ago. Hmm it would have been nice to have been able to keep them they were his father’s …….well it would be something else that he would have to apologize for in the end. He wanted to pass this way of breathing down to Kiha; the child would have been good at it. After all, it was in her bloodline that those in Dawn seemed to be so ashamed of. There was a lot he had to pray for these days, and it appeared that it was going to be growing in years. With Arthur marching on Haungzhou and the other settlement, there was going to be death, death on a massive scale.

For a second the thought wondered pass him what were they doing, they were supposed to protect those that could no protect themselves under the banner of fighting the religion. But not all of these people were the monster that Haungzhou said they were; he felt the air slip from him as his mind became uncentered for a fraction of a second his eyes reflecting the divinity that he was praying to. A flash of light breaking through his iris before he pulled himself back to his center it was important that he needed to focus, but it was getting harder and harder these days. The days thathe longed to feel the storm once again, to hear that thunder break over his head as he called to it in reverence to the divine being willed it into what it was but he was here, he was in Dawn. It keeps dancing along the edges of the city, and he was not the one to bring it into the borders of the town. But the breathing kept the feeling alive in his core the storm that would never leave him, the one that was granted to him from when he decided on his part. When he heard all that his father had to tell him and his mother had to teach him, so he focused on that feeling as the breath slipped from his giving the energy something to grab on. So reached out to that feeling at it ran through his body pressing his fingertips together as he created the bridge as he allowed himself to fall.

Letting everything else that had happened to him fall away, to allow all that was happening to him slip away. The breathing sinking into the background as he moved away from the feeling that was running through his body as he broke that the surfaces of the water, feeling it rush past him to fill the gap that he had left in in the space as he keep falling. Deeper and deeper into the darkness as he came to a standstill under a pressure that was looking to crush a man that he was trying to understand it. He was somewhere for he could still feel something but he had no idea where he was for there was no feeling of anything. A struggle in that darkness to feel and not to come to grips with that you were and the things that you must let go and drift into the dark. To be more than he was to understand who he was in the his place in what the world was even as he came to try and understand that what he was seeking was answers that did not exist. Craning his head as he heard a sound this deep in the dark the pulsing that seemed to be from a part he was unable to push through. A ceiling that he could not rise above before yet there was standing on its surface as he pushed his way to the sounds. Each step pulls him closer to the sound but yet ripped the blood from him craving pathways into the dark as went. But no matter the pain this was what his purpose was to understand what and who he was. He understood his lineage the power of the blood that rested in his veins, the power of the blood that was pulling away from him making the trail in the darkness. The thing that he was so proud of that lineage that he was so respectful of stripped from the body leaving only what should be left that beat, that drum, that pulse that lay in the dark. As he sat under that beating, his blood frozen in the darkness around him a trail of zig-zags his muscles streaked from the effort and his bones creaking as he tried to pull himself from where he was pushed himself to.
In that place he sat as he started the prayer, his words tumbling from his lips as he tried to get it all that needed to be said in a place that wishes nothing more to prove that his existence was nothing more than a speck in the dark but yet showing him that he was the core of what he was a beating heart in the center of the universe. So his prayer as he lifted by a pressure that wanted nothing more to turn him into a paste. In a stretched of time that was spaced between the second of the lightning yet was lasted longed for hours. He prayed for those that he severed that had fallen that his Lady would be allowed to join him in the great storm, that Kystina would find peace in the rain that the effect brought on the world that the great dragon would turn his head to the plea made. Then he started his prayers to the great dragon himself, ten years of prayer he needed to make sure was said in repentance for his allowing of the his breathe.

He prayed until he felt the tips of the collar push up onto his skin as he stopped the fight and he felt the breeze blow on his skin, a droplet of blood working its way down from his nose as he broke the bridge, his breath slipping from him as he finally exhaled. The darkness pulling away from him as he looked up back upon the day once again, from the darkness to gray to color as he fingers found the ground pushing under the roots of the grass and to the soil underneath. The earth catching itself under his finger nails as he kept letting the air slip from him, his fingers going to the piece of metal that he had worn around his neck for the last ten years. It was almost like it had become a part of him at his point, but the way that he had gotten used to the weight of the device.

It.... it was a time for a change, the world had changed around him and he had refused to do so. He needed a hair cut grabbing the blade that Kiha has once given him and cutting away at the front so that it would stop falling in front of his eyes as he started to brain the rest into on long ponytail. So that it would be easier to manage as he meditated, taking a second to appreciate the breeze as it blew across the grass. Before he turned his attention back to Sophia looking up at her from his position on the ground. She had gotten so much taller in such a short time or has it been a long time. What would have Kiha looked like at her age if she was still around...…. "Take cate my friend, I wish you safe travels. I think I will be here for a while."