A Feather for a Mountain
Today — was the first day since defeating Nogoya the Ancient, that Jonell felt like himself again. He never expected the battle to deplete him so much. Hell — he never expected to face off with a rival as fearsome so soon after receiving his wings.
Since the battle, with all the chaos and necessity within his camp demanding his attention — he simply didn’t have the opportunity to commit to his daily rituals. These rituals are the source of his power and vitality and if neglected for too long — would leave him vulnerable to the enemies that dwell both within and without.
Now that he had a moment to himself, Jonell allowed his mighty unconscious to explore the great needs that weighed on his heart while sitting under a tree nearby. He took a deep conscious breath through the nose and released the need for control upon the exhale. His awareness focused on the expansion and contraction of the diaphragm. His mind drifted into stillness.
A few moments later — he was quickened to a desolate and thirsty land. He could see crops withering under an unforgiving sun, an ox panting heavily as a farmer cursed the sky.
“Give us Rain Damn You! Rain!
Yet there was not a cloud in sight. There was no breeze to carry them over. There was only an unrelenting burn from an unforgiving sun scorching the earth.
Jonell received his wings and sword only a few weeks prior and was still discovering the power that dwelled within him. “I wonder” — he uttered in deep thought.
He closed his eyes and pushed mightily against the earth building up force. Upon release, he shot up into the sky as lightening recaptured by a cloud. As he gained enough height, his wings spread open, glimmering under the harsh rays of the sun.
From afar, one could see the sheer magnificence of his wings. Black as midnight on the exterior and as bright as the full moon on a cloudless night on the interior. Yet what made it both terrific and terrifying was that they made absolutely no sound when in motion.
When Jonell reached a point in the sky where he could see the entire valley from above he noticed that all around there were great bodies of water to be found. A lush, green landscape surrounded this desolate and forgotten land.
“If this isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever seen…”
It seemed that the mountain peaks surrounding the valley created a natural barrier; hindering the rain from reaching the inside. He noticed in the distance a storm brewing, heading his direction. This was just the type of storm that the cursing-farmer would need to bring life back to his homestead.
Jonell drew his sword named Kyrio and focused his intention on glorious destruction. The blade began to glow fiercely and with absolute-silence; he sped towards the mountain that stood in the way of the storm; intent on destroying it.
As Jonell neared the mountain, a giant boulder came flying in his direction. With a quick maneuver and a swift stab from Kyrio, the boulder disintegrated into a fine dust.
“What the hell?”
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