Post by CELINE ARROW on Jun 8, 2009 10:38:58 GMT -5
&CELINE IKAN
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It had been two days since I’ve arrived here. Three weeks since the whole laboratory was exposed of their inhumane deeds. And over six months since I’ve fallen; since I last heard God’s voice. “An angel no more,” he had told me. The once bright glow that illuminated me has faded. It was still there, but it was so faint that it could barley light a room. Even my wings begun to change! They were once such a beautiful creamy white with few fawn spots here and there. But now…they were so dark. There were ebony colors. Blacks, gold’s, browns. I hated it. It was so dark and it made me feel…depressed. I’ve never been depressed before. Not even when I was in the lab…
Maybe it isn’t so bad, y’know? I am out of the lab and their ways, but I was placed in an orphanage. I wasn’t even in there for a day until they sent me to some Kung Fu school. Why there? I have no clue. But, I am glad I went. I have learned a lot during my time with Master Lung Fe. Learning how to control the things surrounding me, to keep my anger under control as well was one of the big things that rocked my socks. I’m glad I had spent the week there. Now only can I do those things, but now I am able to keep myself safe. I don’t trust this school. It feels off. Then I was sent here, after I had the week completed and all my training done.
And here was Winterthrone Academy. A school for gifted children. I guess you would say I was gifted, but who wasn’t? We were all the same in God’s eyes. At the lab though, is a different story. All the children were “gifted”. Some were like me. We could fly. Others could talk to animals, teleport, and many other odd and unnatural things.
But I can’t complain. I had settled into my dorms, and was seated comfortably outside in…well, wherever the hell I was. It seems like the lake, but I’m not sure what the name of it is. It was quiet, there was no one out (that I could sense), and it was peaceful. Perfect. Sitting cross legged in the middle of a small pasture around the lake, I rested my hands open palmed on my knees. Taking even, deep breaths, I took a good observing look around the area. There were many rocks around and I was the perfect distance of the lake. I closed my eyes, keeping the vivid image locked away in a small part of my mind. “Spring cleaning of your mind is good for the body and the soul,” Mast Lung Fe had told me the first two days I had arrived at the mastery school for Kung Fu. I let my mind settle, and I pushed everything that was in my mind away except for one thing: the rocks and the image of the lake. With my eyes closed, I began to see the rocks lift in the image I was picturing. I did not need to open my eyes to see if they were airborne; rocks were merely a simple game to me to play with. I added a few more to the air, and let them sit there for at least two minutes.
Taking an extra deep breath, I imagined a small round ball of water lifting from the water, and that is exactly what happened. I wasn’t really interested in the water at the moment, so I let it fall with a kerplop! Then suddenly, I let the rocks come flying at me in many different angles. I leapt to my feet, my eyes finally opening just in time to see a rock hurtling towards my face. I leaned back as it flew by me, and kicked my leg up in time to keep the rock from smashing in my face. Two more were heading in my way as the first rock fell down in small pieces, and I lashed out with my palms, watching them fall as they split in half.
“Kung Fu is not a way of power. It is grace, elegance, and speed. We do not break concrete blocks with our fists. You must channel all your energy to your palm and unleash it as soon as you touch that concrete. That is the ways. Stored energy.”
Lung Fe’s words rang in my mind, as if he were standing directly beside me. As soon as the other two rocks were down, I let all the rest come at me at once. With only one bead of sweat dropping my forehead, I lashed out my left leg and hit one. As soon as I swung it back down, my right forearm was in the air, sending another down. Then two more when I spun around once, letting my palms smack against them. They dropped with a crack! And a thud! As soon as I realized all the rocks were done, I blew the hair out of my face. That was so boring. I needed something…real. Too bad no one was out here to fight with. Not that…I would anyways.
With a sigh, I sat down on the ground and let my wings come out. They were getting cramped; being in the same tight spot for over an hour or too can make them pretty uncomfortable. Rubbing my face, I looked around the school. Don’t get me wrong, this place was beautiful, but I didn’t rust it. Not one bit. I pulled my knees up to my chest and let my chin rest on my kneecaps. Boy, what a day. I just couldn’t wait to start using flight with my Kung Fu again.
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