65th Fall, 514 AV
It was an early morning for Adrien. Syna had just begun her climb into the sky. He would assume that the sky was a bright orange if he could see it. But he was underground in the training area of the Sanctuary, where he and Kavala had learned from the Akalak, Anir. A new passion burned inside the man. The need to strengthen his body, a new found passion in the art of unarmed combat. Though he did not feel the need to fight, he wanted to strengthen his body. To train it until it was in the best physical shape it could be in. He felt that if his body was strong then his mind would follow. The ability to defend those close to him would also benefit from his training. His shirt pulled off and folded neatly next to the shoes he wore. His pants tight around his waist but looser as they went to his ankles.
He took in a breath, closing his eyes as he relaxed his body. He stretched outwards twisting his hips. He cracked his neck and then rolled his shoulders. He continued his stretches till his body felt loose. He took in another deep breath through his nose then exhaled through his mouth. He slid his feet outwards, bending at the knees with his toes pointed forward. His arms bent at his side in a 90 degree angle. His fist clinched, turned upwards his thumbs pointing away from his body. He stood there with his eye closed. Trying to focus and clear his mind. He tried to picture a scene where his parents were in danger. But nothing came to mind. His parents were not the adventurous type. They never left their house and never experienced real danger.
He sighed, opening his eyes for a brief second. He took in another breath and looked towards the entrance. Closing his eyes again. He thought about the place that he was in. The chance he had been given by Kavala and the history that she had shared with him about the Kelvic siblings that lived in the Sanctuary. He breathed in again trying to clear his mind. He tried to isolate the two in his head. Them being together inside the Sanctuary. The smiling face of Cadra and the more serious face of Larik. He exhailed the breath and opened his eyes. The mans face now hidden behind a serious mask. He extended his right arm quickly, twisting it around as he threw a punch. Then with his left, alternating between the two as he began his practice.
"I promised I would keep them safe, and so I shall" he said to himself as he shifted to a different stance. Sliding his foot behind him he mocked the stance that he had made a few days before. His lesson with Kavala and the Akalak still in his head. He threw a straight jab with his right hand, then a hook with his left. Then shifted himself slightly as he brought his foot up in a kick. Striking at the air in front of him as he stepped and swung with his right hand then again with his left. He stopped standing in the stance again with his left foot behind his right. His breathing labored as sweat dripped down his forehead. Anger crossed his face as a memory arose from the lesson. "I am not a pet" he grumbled under his voice, striking out with his fist. A loud, echoing, battle cry left his lips as he stood there with his fist extended.
His breath heavy as he stood. A few drops of sweat dripped down his head. He stepped forward bringing his other foot up and out into the air with a kick. He rotated foot to try and bring the heel crashing down. It hit the mat with a thud. He stood straight and looked down. The twist felt alien, he could feel the strain of his muscles as the moved weirdly. He shook his head. He did not want to injure himself in a fight. But he knew that he would have to push himself to feel out how his body would react to movements. If he wanted to protect them he knew that he needed to condition his body to be ready to fight when it needed to.
He sighed and sat down. He rubbed the few drops of sweat on his head. The Kelvic looked around the room. Before back to his feet. "I need to be stronger, better and faster then I am now. I can not rely on changing to defend them. Sometimes I wont be able to change." he said to himself. "I wont be able to defend them and then what? I would not be able to come back here. I could not face her." He laid onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The word stronger echoed through his mind. "What does it mean to be stronger? Do I need to just strengthen my body? Will that be enough?" he questioned. There was no answer but it did not stop him. He crossed his arms over his chest and began pulling himself up with his abdomen reaching up to his knees and then laying back onto the mat. Work harder and be better for yourself and for them. The words echoed in his mind. He continued to do the sit ups. Raising and lowering himself using his abdomen and the muscles in his lower back to lift himself up. You can get stronger! You can be better! his mind continued to push him even as his breathing became labored and sweat dripped off of his forehead and down his chest.
Keep going! You can do this! He kept pushing himself until his abdomen grew sore. He laid on his back and breathed. The air stinging his lungs as he tried to rest. His hands resting on his forehead, one inside of the other. He stared at the ceiling. A smile wide on his face. It was not much but it was a start, for now he would rest then he would begin again focusing on a different part of the body. "I am going to be sore tomorrow" he said to himself.
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It was an early morning for Adrien. Syna had just begun her climb into the sky. He would assume that the sky was a bright orange if he could see it. But he was underground in the training area of the Sanctuary, where he and Kavala had learned from the Akalak, Anir. A new passion burned inside the man. The need to strengthen his body, a new found passion in the art of unarmed combat. Though he did not feel the need to fight, he wanted to strengthen his body. To train it until it was in the best physical shape it could be in. He felt that if his body was strong then his mind would follow. The ability to defend those close to him would also benefit from his training. His shirt pulled off and folded neatly next to the shoes he wore. His pants tight around his waist but looser as they went to his ankles.
He took in a breath, closing his eyes as he relaxed his body. He stretched outwards twisting his hips. He cracked his neck and then rolled his shoulders. He continued his stretches till his body felt loose. He took in another deep breath through his nose then exhaled through his mouth. He slid his feet outwards, bending at the knees with his toes pointed forward. His arms bent at his side in a 90 degree angle. His fist clinched, turned upwards his thumbs pointing away from his body. He stood there with his eye closed. Trying to focus and clear his mind. He tried to picture a scene where his parents were in danger. But nothing came to mind. His parents were not the adventurous type. They never left their house and never experienced real danger.
He sighed, opening his eyes for a brief second. He took in another breath and looked towards the entrance. Closing his eyes again. He thought about the place that he was in. The chance he had been given by Kavala and the history that she had shared with him about the Kelvic siblings that lived in the Sanctuary. He breathed in again trying to clear his mind. He tried to isolate the two in his head. Them being together inside the Sanctuary. The smiling face of Cadra and the more serious face of Larik. He exhailed the breath and opened his eyes. The mans face now hidden behind a serious mask. He extended his right arm quickly, twisting it around as he threw a punch. Then with his left, alternating between the two as he began his practice.
"I promised I would keep them safe, and so I shall" he said to himself as he shifted to a different stance. Sliding his foot behind him he mocked the stance that he had made a few days before. His lesson with Kavala and the Akalak still in his head. He threw a straight jab with his right hand, then a hook with his left. Then shifted himself slightly as he brought his foot up in a kick. Striking at the air in front of him as he stepped and swung with his right hand then again with his left. He stopped standing in the stance again with his left foot behind his right. His breathing labored as sweat dripped down his forehead. Anger crossed his face as a memory arose from the lesson. "I am not a pet" he grumbled under his voice, striking out with his fist. A loud, echoing, battle cry left his lips as he stood there with his fist extended.
His breath heavy as he stood. A few drops of sweat dripped down his head. He stepped forward bringing his other foot up and out into the air with a kick. He rotated foot to try and bring the heel crashing down. It hit the mat with a thud. He stood straight and looked down. The twist felt alien, he could feel the strain of his muscles as the moved weirdly. He shook his head. He did not want to injure himself in a fight. But he knew that he would have to push himself to feel out how his body would react to movements. If he wanted to protect them he knew that he needed to condition his body to be ready to fight when it needed to.
He sighed and sat down. He rubbed the few drops of sweat on his head. The Kelvic looked around the room. Before back to his feet. "I need to be stronger, better and faster then I am now. I can not rely on changing to defend them. Sometimes I wont be able to change." he said to himself. "I wont be able to defend them and then what? I would not be able to come back here. I could not face her." He laid onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The word stronger echoed through his mind. "What does it mean to be stronger? Do I need to just strengthen my body? Will that be enough?" he questioned. There was no answer but it did not stop him. He crossed his arms over his chest and began pulling himself up with his abdomen reaching up to his knees and then laying back onto the mat. Work harder and be better for yourself and for them. The words echoed in his mind. He continued to do the sit ups. Raising and lowering himself using his abdomen and the muscles in his lower back to lift himself up. You can get stronger! You can be better! his mind continued to push him even as his breathing became labored and sweat dripped off of his forehead and down his chest.
Keep going! You can do this! He kept pushing himself until his abdomen grew sore. He laid on his back and breathed. The air stinging his lungs as he tried to rest. His hands resting on his forehead, one inside of the other. He stared at the ceiling. A smile wide on his face. It was not much but it was a start, for now he would rest then he would begin again focusing on a different part of the body. "I am going to be sore tomorrow" he said to himself.
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