When Flames move like the wind. (Morna Alone)

[Garza]

I stood alone on the Field. Nobody else was here. Looking up at the nearby clock tower it showed 2:38. It was as dark as it was going to get tonight. Though I had my doubts in it. I stood with no weapons to speak of, and the only clothing I wore was a pair of sacks. I didn't even wear shoes. The cold stones beneath my feet left them slightly numb as I would be that way. Numb.

When a man was in battle, he tended to become numb about the world around him. Time slowed down. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours, hours seemed like days, and so forth. The numbness in battle could cause some people to forget themselves. To think only about the blood that came from their blades or guns or fists. But yet I was naked of the crimson liquid. My hair was uncombed, and not flattened. It looked as though I had just gotten up from bed. When the truth was, I didn't sleep yet. Raising my hands I began to preform the art of Kata.

The first level sent me into some stretching positions. It was slow and graceful. Only to test my limits of bending to give me a slight burn in my core. Still, I continued to the second level. here I had to do even tougher forms, where I would be extending my body to points that could cause me pain. However, I still moved forwards in my progress. Each bend and twist pushing me a little further into my warm up.

My body lean, yet strong moved like water. Flowing easily over itself. Not having to exert itself to the point of breaking, but to the point of just stretching. I stopped only for a moment to breathe for 30 seconds. Once again I dived into the Kata, only this time, it was level 3. This was the part where my body began to burn. I could feel my muscles working together to get my limbs to stand against each other. I moved even more slowly now. Not as it hurt to preform the task, but to get the right form done. Moving up to level 4, I began to wince at the pain. I could feel my arms start to shake slightly. Ever so exerting to the point. Then slowly coming back to standing. I took one deep breath and started on Form 5.

Moving gracefully, and majestically I shaped my body to be flowing like water once again. My arms shaked like the leaves in a rough wind. Still I did not give in. Slowly preforming the task and moving on to more important things.

Fire Shaping.

 

[Garza]

I stood up straight from my warm up into my routine. I took my time as I snapped my fingers a few times. making sparks fly and light up the field for only a second. Even at that, it was quite bright in the darkness. I allowed myself to sit down and cross my legs over each other. On the hard ground I sat and closed my eyes. I allowed myself to slip away into my being of Fire and soul.

I could feel my body begin to burn once more, but instead of exertion, it was caused by my own powers. My hands were flaming causing the grass below me to dry and burn up, only to die a second later. Still the flames slowly moved up my arms to reach my chest. From there it spread from my chest to my legs and feet, and head. Soon I was completely covered in orange and red fire.

Each tongue of the flames licked at my skin like the wind on a nice evening day. Each second that I spent in this state of flames, I could feel my body slowly drain to the point of where I could not continue the form any longer. Still I allowed myself to push further. I Dug deep within myself I push with all that I could offer. Only then, did I begin to feel my body start to tear apart.

 

[Garza]

I could feel my skin start to melt and become ashes that fell to the ground. Each second that I pushed I could see my vision blur and begin to darken. Even with the darkness in my eyes lights floated around my vision flickering in brilliant lights of blue, yellow and purple. My body was burning, and I could feel it unlike before. My heart seemed to burst with so much stress. Only was my fire wiped out by a gust of wind that turned my hot bones, into charred remains. My skin came back in patches as I looked around to see if there was some air shaper around me.

Only, there was no one but me.

I curled my brow, confused as there had to be someone that used the gust of wind to knock out my flames. My skin was completely back now as I still searched, but this time with the force. To my dismay I would find no one once more. I thought about how the flames went out It was not a gust that just swept aside with the ground. The wind went against it. hitting me from above. looking up I could see stars that flooded the galaxy, but nothing more.

I brought my head down and rubbed my face with my right hand. As I brought my hand up a draft of wind hit my face. I thought that it was weird and that it was just the weather acting strange again. but then I realized that the someone that moved the air, was me.

 

[Garza]

I looked down at my hands to see nothing wrong with them. Even in all of the fire powers that I had, I would never expect a power that came from the air. I balled my fists and at first the began to spark. Each second that I pressed harder with my powers I could see the sparks getting brighter and larger. It was only my fists that were bunched up. even then I could not feel anything happen in the wind. Taking a deep breath I pushed with all that I had.

my arms shook and my eyes were closed to the point where not even the light could break through. I grunted as my hand were balled so tight that my small nails were cutting into my hand. I could feel the pain as it forced me to work even harder. Without warning I thrust both of my hands forwards, screaming murder.

A large gust of wind once again moved me. I kept pushing on the air keeping a continuous stream of wind pushing and reaching farther and father. Never once during my scream did I think to stop to breathe. After everything was out of me I fell to my knees trying to grab onto a breath that would keep me alive. Winded and on the ground was all I got, but it was closer than nothing. After getting my breath I stood up this time I could hear soft tones of music in my ears from my training with Anara. I could hear my own song. a voice could be heard as the woman and the instraments that seemed to come out of nowhere began to get louder to a climax. getting slowly stronger and stronger yet staying in the soft beat of life. I closed my eyes and let myself calm in this storm of fury and anguish.

Never letting the time go out I thrust my hand out once more. sending a wave of energy from the wind with ease. Smiling I looked up to the sky looking at the stars and how each of them was closer than the next. I could feel myself wanting to get closer to them. WANTING to reach for them. With a hand I reached out towards one of them and with my finger blotted out one of the stars in the sky from my vision. Smiling I looked down at my hands to scream.

I was five feet in the air.

 

[Garza]

I screamed out of fear as I had not realized that I was flying. I could feel myself pushed up by the gust of wind keeping me afloat. I could feel myself falling slowly like a dead leaf from a tree during the fall. Slowly I descended back down to the ground. My bare feet touched the cold stone once more as I smiled at myself. I was not going to stay here. I needed to run.

Ever so slowly I walked. Taking step after step I began to swing my arms slowly as they were mimicking my legs. Speeding up to a fast walk, even further to a jog, breaking into a run and then down to a dead sprint I rounded a corner on an abandoned road moving faster and faster. I pumped my arms and legs like a well oiled machine. Never missing a beat.

I pushed myself and then when I thought I could no longer go. I smiled. Sending the gust of wind to push me to utter speeds where it I were to even trip, it would be the end of my life.