Book of The Lightborn: Rise

Siblings Fight - Conclusion

The Link - Six Months Prior

"So you catch it like this?"

"Yes, but with more finesse, like this.".

"Oh, yes, I see. Is this better?"

"Much more so, you're getting good at this," Kilon was praising his brother, Orvus, who was touching upon the depths of wind manipulation. Together, standing in front of the Link, the two blessed brothers, even amongst the Ascended Ones, were sharing a sacred moment. "Soon, you'll be able to not only teach, but perhaps even lead others.".

"Why should I lead? We have you," Orvus was forming small tornadoes in the palm of his hand, his mind and body grasping at the concept by envisioning it.

"We can't stay here, and there is much we can't explore by sticking all together. Some of us will have to go another way, and I believe you to be much capable of leading such a large group," Kilon formed a tornado of his own in the palm of his hand. It was quiet, yet powerful enough to make someone feel pulled towards it. "Try it more like this.".

"Got it!" Orvus managed just that, only a couple of days after Kilon returned to the Link.

"That is good, just a little more work is needed" Kilon looked at his brother's face, joyful and innocent, his eyes were filled with excitement. "Soon. Soon you may lead others, to a paradise of our own," Kilon changed his eyes towards the thousands of siblings training all around the Link. 'My hope is only that you won't fail, for I'm afraid I might.'. Orvus glanced at Kilon, the shallow feeling of one's thoughts protruding his mind, as he could sense the change in Kilon's light. Fear, doubt, uneasiness, those were all feelings he could sense through his light.

'I must lead them, protect them,' his mind found focus through determination, and thus was able to manipulate the wind as Kilon had wanted, only a slight difference was present. "I will lead them Kilon," Kilon looked at him as he spoke those words. "I will protect all of them," Orvus couldn't tell due to focusing on his wind manipulation, but Kilon was also feeling hopeful. That his brother is capable enough, so long as he was willing to listen.

"I trust that you will, brother.".

The Gargantuan Forest - Six Months After

The long appendages of the creature snapped from the water, and headed for the Lightborn near it. They were coloured a deep blue in the remaining setting light, scales covering most of it, except for the palm-like sections at the end, which had something hard to see, shining differently in the light. Manna didn't have to say a word, as an almost natural fear was formed inside all those present, immediately running towards the edge of the forest. From the dozens of Lightborn, three of them were caught by the tendrils. Manna and Felemous weren't willing to sit idle, so they rushed to attack. Following them were Bustomus, Vaalria and Eraanel. Vaalria was still healing Felemous' arm as he was running between the giant tendrils, while Eraanel and Bustomus were heading for the sister Manna and Felemous couldn't.

Once below the giant tendril, Vaalria stopped her healing for Felemous and started to run back, Felemous transmuting light into lightning inside his arm. Within a few seconds, as the appendage was heading towards the water, Felemous was able to form lightning and expel it into its limb, making the monster drop his brother, by the name of Seleus. Of a light-blue glow, Seleus manipulated the wind around him to cushion his fall, Felemous breaking his fall some, as one of the arms caught by the tendril was ripped off of its flesh to the bone. Attached to the palm-like sections of the appendages, there were sharp, curled spikes. Manna kept back two of the tendrils, while Felemous noticed the deep wound of Seleus that was healing too slowly.

"They hurt inside too!" Seleus cried, his ability allowed him to sense with extreme precision anything around him. Given the poison that entered his body, he was able to both destroy it with precision and tell of its effects on his body. Eraanel was able to confirm as much, looking inside the monster's limb and seeing the poison circulating in the many spikes attached to its endings. Bustomus was charging ahead with disregard for his safety, knocking with his shoulders into the tendrils that were spreading all around.