7th Day of Spring, 512 AV Through Humility comes Reason... There was nothing more than his body. Dhissir’s conscience existed solely as an internal entity. His muscles, his bones, his joints. All connected, all a union of individual potentials woven together to make the creation that was…him. His breathing was shallow and slow, calming. His lungs filled and pushed oxygen through his blood to his muscles, fueling them with the energy of life. With every breath his forked tongue dipped out of his reptilian maw, tasting the air. His heart beat in time with it’s own unique rhythm, pushing the blood to it’s many and varied destinations. He began to focus his mind. The body was too general of a foci. He narrowed it to his chest. Tight pectoral muscles were all but still, shifting ever so slightly with his breaths. From there he moved his concentration along his left shoulder and down his arm as he had many times before. His bicep and tricep were relaxed as was his forearm. He moved on, down past the intricacies of his wrist and on to the knuckle of his smallest finger. He was almost there. He began to press his focus in deeper, searching for that key. He began to fill his mind with the tiny nerve-endings of the smallest knuckle on his hand. He had found it, the key to unlocking the Flux. Through Reason comes Control… Dhissir frowned slightly, or would have if his pale, serpentine skull allowed such human mannerisms. The more he concentrated on shifting his djed to the pathway within his knuckle, the more his conscience grew to encompass his entire finger. He redoubled his efforts to no avail. He could not focus so keenly on the knuckle when pouring his djed in, it always pushed him father away. He was a blade of grass against the dainty breeze, tumbling backwards. Dhissir grudgingly settled for filling his arm to the elbow with djed and then trying to focus through the magical essence at the knuckle again. He felt the djed starting to converge on the knuckle vaguely, leaving his forearm almost bare of the magical influence. He steadily, slowly, shifted the hazy focus from one knuckle to the next, going back and forth between them. Then he shifted to the other hand. Achieving single muscle focus was another goal he had been set on. But was not today’s purpose. He let the shabby focus encompass his entire fist. He opened his eyes for the first time in fifteen minutes. His focus fell on the shabby husk that was his punching bag. The fist shot out from his side to strike the leathery surface of the sack. His torso twisted with the motion to give his fist an extra explosiveness. He exhaled a quick breath with a hiss. The impact, though physically satisfying, was followed by a disappointingly soft thump. A soft swirl of dust danced into the air, briefly riding the minuscule currents before disappearing. Dhissir punched again. Through Control comes Power… Sand and dust caked itself to the sweat upon leanly muscled arms as they slid through the air in quick flowing movements. The air of the sunset splayed yard was glittering with particles of sun baked dust. The Eyktol desert was within the city and the very breath it’s inhabitants lived off of. Dhissir relentlessly kept up an implacable attack of quick, precise strikes with fists and elbows. Each pummel paired to a raspy exhale as the Dhani quickly moved his focus from one contact point to another, his mind barely thinking up the random sequence before his body followed. Like thunder after lightning. When he alternated fists his attacks became slightly slower, djed focus taking a moment longer to shift than the instinctive change that he had trained his muscles to adopt. He felt if he could just maintain two pathways he would be able to work on speeding up his flurry of blows. Presently he lacked the skill to maintain two pathways at once. But he felt it growing ever closer. He could shift the focus with almost reflexive speed, but not fast enough. Thump, thump, thump… Perhaps the speed of the change was not the issue but the control of the djed? Through Power comes Victory… It flickered into existence and Dhissir paused. It was gone before he even knew he had felt it, like a face scene caught from the corner of a sleepy eye. He had opened the pathway at his knuckle and, briefly, one at his elbow. He stood unmoved, inwardly exhilarated at his infinitely small but equally vital triumph. A deep sense of euphoria seeped into him, loosening his muscles and making his heart flutter. He knew this was not the invinciblity-complex euphoria of a dangerous Flux over giving, but real happiness. The moment had come and gone in that small space of time between heart beats and he had no idea how it had been achieved, but it had. He had succeeded in opening two pathways to his djed. All that remained now was finding out how to repeat the event. He closed his eyes again… |