Summer 44, AV 515
Life was becoming dull. Mercenary work was quickly losing its initial sparkle. In fact, only the promise of greater skills and more dangerous jobs made it more exciting than the complete drudgery of being a Wave Guard. Sunberth and its fantasy life had really done a number on the young Zeltivan, filling his head with a world that didn't seem to exist on paper. When it came to the world of contracts and funded murder, most of the fun seemed to be reserved for those who had played the game for years. Was Pulren ready for years of grizzled chores? Was this all there was and would be?
He had chosen to walk down the bay's shore, away from town into general seclusion. He knew that there was a part of him that was very connected with the life of a mercenary, It was a skill, nay, a power, that had been blessed upon him in the very same instance that had made his mind sparkle with wonder at the thought of being like Tyler. The interview he had endured with his hero had given him a much different look at things, however. Would he also become a jaded man, sipping wine and commanding others from the comforts of an office? The thought was terrifying. Finding a place that seemed fairly quiet, he slipped his shirt off, exposing his bare chest and its scars to Syna.
The feeling of warmth spread over his chest and his thoughts drifted out over the warm waters of the bay, back to his cottage where Firenze was. Maybe she wasn't there actually at this time of day, but in his fantasies, she was always at home. Always stretched out in his bed, her long limbs also being caressed by Syna's loving caress. He had to shake the evolving story from his mind. Sure, he might very well explore the options there in his mind when he got back home. For now, however, he was there for a different kind of pleasure. The pleasure of power, of searching his own limits. His finger was already fondling the deep scar across his chest, the bubbling sensation of the green gas known as Res oozing from the aperture.
It traveled surprisingly easy, leaving his chest in a small fist sized puff that soon began to congeal as his attention followed it. Placing his palm beneath it, he watched the strange, amorphous globule as it stretched and contracted before him. He knew it would become the element of Earth, though he knew that other Reimancers were able to summon the other elements. It was Aoren that showed him the length and breadth of the power that was within him. It all started with this Res, an expression of the energies within his own body, roiling under his own power of creation. The light green began to darken as it slowly became solid, a drop of sweat forming on Pulren's temple as he pushed his concentration to focus on the summoning of elemental power.
Life was becoming dull. Mercenary work was quickly losing its initial sparkle. In fact, only the promise of greater skills and more dangerous jobs made it more exciting than the complete drudgery of being a Wave Guard. Sunberth and its fantasy life had really done a number on the young Zeltivan, filling his head with a world that didn't seem to exist on paper. When it came to the world of contracts and funded murder, most of the fun seemed to be reserved for those who had played the game for years. Was Pulren ready for years of grizzled chores? Was this all there was and would be?
He had chosen to walk down the bay's shore, away from town into general seclusion. He knew that there was a part of him that was very connected with the life of a mercenary, It was a skill, nay, a power, that had been blessed upon him in the very same instance that had made his mind sparkle with wonder at the thought of being like Tyler. The interview he had endured with his hero had given him a much different look at things, however. Would he also become a jaded man, sipping wine and commanding others from the comforts of an office? The thought was terrifying. Finding a place that seemed fairly quiet, he slipped his shirt off, exposing his bare chest and its scars to Syna.
The feeling of warmth spread over his chest and his thoughts drifted out over the warm waters of the bay, back to his cottage where Firenze was. Maybe she wasn't there actually at this time of day, but in his fantasies, she was always at home. Always stretched out in his bed, her long limbs also being caressed by Syna's loving caress. He had to shake the evolving story from his mind. Sure, he might very well explore the options there in his mind when he got back home. For now, however, he was there for a different kind of pleasure. The pleasure of power, of searching his own limits. His finger was already fondling the deep scar across his chest, the bubbling sensation of the green gas known as Res oozing from the aperture.
It traveled surprisingly easy, leaving his chest in a small fist sized puff that soon began to congeal as his attention followed it. Placing his palm beneath it, he watched the strange, amorphous globule as it stretched and contracted before him. He knew it would become the element of Earth, though he knew that other Reimancers were able to summon the other elements. It was Aoren that showed him the length and breadth of the power that was within him. It all started with this Res, an expression of the energies within his own body, roiling under his own power of creation. The light green began to darken as it slowly became solid, a drop of sweat forming on Pulren's temple as he pushed his concentration to focus on the summoning of elemental power.