Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2013 8:19:59 GMT -5
On a windy plateau, north of where most human civilization, a young woman named Leta sat on a bed rock formed plateau overlooking a snow covered valley. The air around her suddenly got cold as she sat there gazing down into the large ditch below her and her breath came of her lips like a warm fog. She smiled and as she shivered in red tank top and black leather pants and thought to herself, "Why did I come here to train? It's cold and wet; not warm like I wanted." Its mystery eluded her but perhaps her fighters' spirit could answer. A real fighter, as she was trying to be, would and could ignore the extremes of temperature change as well as many other factors that would hinder them in battle.
Leta had already been training earlier to gain some fighting experience with a new technique of hers, however, she had spent up most of her energy doing that as well as her own body heat exercising. She stood up slowly on the edge of the cliff she sat on and looked directly at a setting sun. In the north, the sun always seemed to set quicker on the planet she was on called Earth. It was rather weird since Kanassa had no extreme hot or cold temperature and a year round sun.
Leta shrugged her shoulders while standing around and a flashback popped into her head about the past. She remembered a day when the Psyrans constantly warm environment was not so while she lived with her mother and father on her home planet. It was an odd day because during that time a strange black cloud had covered the entire sky and blocked out the sun. What Leta could remember though was her parents had blamed it first on the technologically advancing Kanassans. They were always the first people to blame when something went wrong on the planet since they had the largest impact on it a lot of the time.
She remembered a sudden rainstorm coming down upon her home with chunks of ice mixed in the first time she ever experienced cold weather. The phenomena known as sleet blanketed the top of Leta's family home and the surrounding grasslands just outside their cave dwelling. Leta had been watching the event from her window and when the sleet hit against the glass panes where her hands rested she backed from them and ran for her mother. When she reached her mother, who was watching from another room at this time, she pressed her head against the woman's leg and cried.
Her mother let her cry for a long time before brushing her hand against Leta's head and whispering, "This is nothing to be afraid of its just sleet, however, I do suppose your hands are cold." Leta had never heard of this word before all she knew was that her hands were shivering from the cold. Her mother smiled and from the pocket of long black dress she was wearing, she produced two, thick brown gloves and placed them on her daughter's hands.
"These should keep you warm, but you need more than this during the freak storms Kanassans plague us with. You'll need to learn to control your own inner energy and focus it to maintain your body temperature." Leta gave her mother a quizzical look as she cocked an eyebrow at her. It was hard for an eight year old to understand some of the things she was speaking of, but the woman just looked at her with mirth in her eyes as a purple aura encompassed them. Leta could feel a strong heat come from her mother’s body as she hugged Leta and lifted the little girl up into the air.
Leta’s mother was not much different from the Leta of the present. She had neon pink hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin like her daughter. She wore a black dress and boots and only had nominal differences from what her future daughter would be like. Mainly, that she was a few inches taller than the five, foot four-inch woman and was much thinner despite her age. At five feet, six inches tall she was average height for a Psyran and at one hundred forty pounds of an average weight. Her daughter, as she was presently at thirty years old, was two inches shorter than this and ten pounds lighter.
Currently though in this flash back she was having, at only eight years old, Leta was half the size and weight of her mature form. Keeping warm, especially during weather like this, was important to Psyrans because they were often susceptible to cold in their youth. For this reason, Leta’s mother pressed her even closer than before into her bosom and let the young girl sit in her lap.
The two sat together quietly for an hour as Leta’s mother Troika circulated her ki through her body and allowed the heat it produced to reach Leta. “Leta, what I’m doing is called energy manipulation,” she told her daughter as they sat together. Leta’s fingers curled around her left hand as some of her mother’s energy spilled out into the palm of her hand and elevated above the woman’s palm. Leta attempted to grasp it but Troika was quick and flattened her energy out from a sphere form that it was in into a flask disk shape. “With energy manipulation one can freely shape their power into any shape or form they can think of and readily appear to produce twice the amount of energy one can make by using less in one go.”
Leta was not happy about listening to another lecture she wanted to grab the strange disk that was now forming into a purple cube in her mother’s hand. It disappointed her when her mother quickly turned it into a small ball of energy the size of a marble. “I can’t let you grab my energy little Leta we need this to keep warm today.”
Leta’s cheeks expanded like a frog as her eyes squinted. This was her childish, angry face. Leta’s mother laughed and said, “Leta let me teach you how to do this,” Leta nodded and held out her hands.
“Gather your ki into your palms.” Troika instructed.
Leta did. “Now imagine it is like water and try to form a shape.” Leta followed these words and tried to, however, as she forced her ki to move into a distinct shape of a diamond (what she wished for it to become) all it did was sit in the palm of her hands jiggling and expanding randomly. Leta sighed and released her ki and her mother’s hand patting her on the head.
“That was a nice try, but maybe you’ll need to learn how to manipulate ki in a few years…” Instead of forcing herself to try more, she instead let her mother work towards producing and shaping her own ki so that Leta and she could stay warm for the rest of the day while the freak storm continued overhead. It would last all day with no end in sight until the beginning of the next day after which the rocky grasslands of Kanassa ended up covered in a layer of ice.
Leta had already been training earlier to gain some fighting experience with a new technique of hers, however, she had spent up most of her energy doing that as well as her own body heat exercising. She stood up slowly on the edge of the cliff she sat on and looked directly at a setting sun. In the north, the sun always seemed to set quicker on the planet she was on called Earth. It was rather weird since Kanassa had no extreme hot or cold temperature and a year round sun.
Leta shrugged her shoulders while standing around and a flashback popped into her head about the past. She remembered a day when the Psyrans constantly warm environment was not so while she lived with her mother and father on her home planet. It was an odd day because during that time a strange black cloud had covered the entire sky and blocked out the sun. What Leta could remember though was her parents had blamed it first on the technologically advancing Kanassans. They were always the first people to blame when something went wrong on the planet since they had the largest impact on it a lot of the time.
She remembered a sudden rainstorm coming down upon her home with chunks of ice mixed in the first time she ever experienced cold weather. The phenomena known as sleet blanketed the top of Leta's family home and the surrounding grasslands just outside their cave dwelling. Leta had been watching the event from her window and when the sleet hit against the glass panes where her hands rested she backed from them and ran for her mother. When she reached her mother, who was watching from another room at this time, she pressed her head against the woman's leg and cried.
Her mother let her cry for a long time before brushing her hand against Leta's head and whispering, "This is nothing to be afraid of its just sleet, however, I do suppose your hands are cold." Leta had never heard of this word before all she knew was that her hands were shivering from the cold. Her mother smiled and from the pocket of long black dress she was wearing, she produced two, thick brown gloves and placed them on her daughter's hands.
"These should keep you warm, but you need more than this during the freak storms Kanassans plague us with. You'll need to learn to control your own inner energy and focus it to maintain your body temperature." Leta gave her mother a quizzical look as she cocked an eyebrow at her. It was hard for an eight year old to understand some of the things she was speaking of, but the woman just looked at her with mirth in her eyes as a purple aura encompassed them. Leta could feel a strong heat come from her mother’s body as she hugged Leta and lifted the little girl up into the air.
Leta’s mother was not much different from the Leta of the present. She had neon pink hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin like her daughter. She wore a black dress and boots and only had nominal differences from what her future daughter would be like. Mainly, that she was a few inches taller than the five, foot four-inch woman and was much thinner despite her age. At five feet, six inches tall she was average height for a Psyran and at one hundred forty pounds of an average weight. Her daughter, as she was presently at thirty years old, was two inches shorter than this and ten pounds lighter.
Currently though in this flash back she was having, at only eight years old, Leta was half the size and weight of her mature form. Keeping warm, especially during weather like this, was important to Psyrans because they were often susceptible to cold in their youth. For this reason, Leta’s mother pressed her even closer than before into her bosom and let the young girl sit in her lap.
The two sat together quietly for an hour as Leta’s mother Troika circulated her ki through her body and allowed the heat it produced to reach Leta. “Leta, what I’m doing is called energy manipulation,” she told her daughter as they sat together. Leta’s fingers curled around her left hand as some of her mother’s energy spilled out into the palm of her hand and elevated above the woman’s palm. Leta attempted to grasp it but Troika was quick and flattened her energy out from a sphere form that it was in into a flask disk shape. “With energy manipulation one can freely shape their power into any shape or form they can think of and readily appear to produce twice the amount of energy one can make by using less in one go.”
Leta was not happy about listening to another lecture she wanted to grab the strange disk that was now forming into a purple cube in her mother’s hand. It disappointed her when her mother quickly turned it into a small ball of energy the size of a marble. “I can’t let you grab my energy little Leta we need this to keep warm today.”
Leta’s cheeks expanded like a frog as her eyes squinted. This was her childish, angry face. Leta’s mother laughed and said, “Leta let me teach you how to do this,” Leta nodded and held out her hands.
“Gather your ki into your palms.” Troika instructed.
Leta did. “Now imagine it is like water and try to form a shape.” Leta followed these words and tried to, however, as she forced her ki to move into a distinct shape of a diamond (what she wished for it to become) all it did was sit in the palm of her hands jiggling and expanding randomly. Leta sighed and released her ki and her mother’s hand patting her on the head.
“That was a nice try, but maybe you’ll need to learn how to manipulate ki in a few years…” Instead of forcing herself to try more, she instead let her mother work towards producing and shaping her own ki so that Leta and she could stay warm for the rest of the day while the freak storm continued overhead. It would last all day with no end in sight until the beginning of the next day after which the rocky grasslands of Kanassa ended up covered in a layer of ice.
