[Flashback] One with the beast, free as the wind. (solo)

[Aeron Bittern-Willow]

A gale constantly brewed upon the Bittern-Willow pavillion, banishing the impurities of grass from the ground, casting a mass of loose dirt into the air across the grasslands that Endrykas had previously occupied. Aeron's father stood at the middle of the tent and stared at the dying Bittern-Willow elder. The lonesome beacon of Drykas populous was half-battered by the wind after being left behind from the departure of the constantly moving city known as Endrykas.

Aeron observed the way the wind had damaged the tent, his childhood innocence distorted by the way his family and friends had left him, his mother and his father. With a racing mind, he couldnt understand why or how the others had brung themselves to leave but they had, and he was so very alone. He moved to his father with a puzzled look cursing his face. "Hello son... your grandfather is just resting.." he said dullingly as his father passed away into a deep sleep. The child knew nothing of death and how it affected people, bringing no need for reason for his next words. "But i want to play." the yound drykas/isur child said, looking deep into his fathers eyes and turning to his mother in hope. A single tear was obscured by his fathers fist as he pressed the palm of his left hand onto his eye and wiped away the weakness that he hated inside him. The father that stood before his son was talking to him but looking straight pass him as he grieved the fathers passing, wishing the city could have stayed a little longer. "We cant play but i do have something you will enjoy" he said, lifting his so very tall stature upwards and onto the floor, his strong frame loosening and supressing the thought that his own father had just died. At that moment, he knew the true responsibilities he would have to fulfill to keep his child safe and swore that he would put his life on the line to make sure his child was to grow into a strong and justified man.

Aeron's father strode across the room, gripping firmly onto his hand and pulling him with ease to the tents opening, signaling the caring isur mother that all would be alright. When he got outside, the gale was too strong for any weak wooden objects to withstand such as signs and broken fences. The floor was littered with bottles and scraps of tent from the previous settlers and Aeron knew that it was the fierce winds that had done this. He gripped his fathers hand strongly, scared half to death that the wind might lift him off the ground in a single sweep before stumbling backward a little. "don't worry, your with me Aeron, no harm will come to you." Aeron was not the least bit reassured with little trust in his father.

A high-pitched whistle screamed out to the world from his fathers pressed lips, signaling his horse. A jet-black horse galloped toward them from the distance, his body unrefuted to the blasts of air that were carried out that day. "This will be your horse one day son, it's in our blood to have one. To be one with the beast is an honour". These were the words that his father spoke unto him on that day and the first words his father gave to him that were truly intended for him to live by. The horse approached and trotted in opposition to the wind around them before coming to a halt. The reins were then grasped into the fathers hands and he brung the child onto the horse. After climbing on top of the horse, a booming sound was cast from the fathers gaping mouth, signaling the horse to move. "Hya!, Hya!!". Aeron watched his father in amazement as he allowed the horse the reasoning to move. The thump, thump of the hooves was deafening and the master was inside the horses mind, directing each turn and clashing of the hooves onto the ground. At that moment, the father held the animal close and slid Aeron toward the head of the animal. Passing the rains to his child, he directed the horse for a moment longer and then held Aerons arm. "Aeron, you must focus on three things.. Yourself, you should be relaxed and gentle with the valiant beast before you. The creature, be sure that you synchronise yourself with its thoughts and control him as if you are the same. The ground, if you can hear the crisp sound of the grass snapping under the weight of his feet, you are doing well. remember this son, as it will aid you in your journeys.". And so, with the child holding the reins, they rode across the horizon under his fathers guide and wisdom.

By the time that the sun had risen, the harsh winds of cyphrus's grass lands had ceased to continue. The child fell asleep and they returned home to the mother. Aeron opened his eyes to find himself in bed and recalled the events of the day and how he got to sleep following a long rest and slumber through the night.