The Draco Lusus Equester - Dracomancer Origins

II

The beach on the Island of Victory was very different from that of most beaches, not because it was massive and had many Dracomancers relax and visit on it, but it was the fact that the sand was black. It was a natural phenomena, since the island was once an active volcanic island lava flow on the once normal beaches hitting the water caused the sand to become volcanic and black. Long extinct, the volcano is a contributor to the natural beauty of the beaches and given means for different organisms to survive, mainly dragons. It had been revered as the perfect place for Inferno Dracomancers to train, as the sand can easily catch fire from their attacks. However, aside from that the black sand is fairly cool, which is a relief to many Dracomancers and dragons who retreat for the beach to relax and rest.

Terorahron was on his way to the beach, in a small group of other Dracomancers who were thinking along the same lines as he was. Most were girls who had their backpacks with them, swimsuits and bikinis tucked in with towels and sun tan lotion and the guys who were already in their swim shorts. Terorahron didn't have his usual attire on like before, and opted for black cargo shorts and a vest, seeing as he would just walk along the sand and probably divert from the friendly group. He would do it not because he was mean or bored of them, but because Terorahron liked to wander about on his own accord. They got to the beach, only to see only a few dozen other Dracomancers playing beach volleyball, tanning or simply playing out in the water. Many were setting up barbeques and such, the smell of cooked beef wafting about in the air.

Looking around he waved off to the group he walked in with and headed for the water, walking into the cold blue waters Terorahron would see a few people playing Marco Polo out in the deep and shook his head. He wasn't very skilled in water sports but he could swim out that far. Letting the allure of swimming get to him Terorahron headed out into the deep, his eyes giving him clear vision of the water despite some particles floating about. He felt rather sluggish underwater, but was relatively fast as he propelled himself with some wind magic, zipping past fish and other small-time marine life like sea stars and flounder. He'd swim far underwater, but as long as it remained bright, feeling colder as he descended. Terorahron noticed moving shapes further beneath the deep line, humanoid shapes. He figured they were probably manatee or something of the like and didn't bother to investigate as he rose up to the surface. 

Wiping his face he shook his head a bit to get his hair from over his eyes and see out to measure how far he swam out. Seeing the Marco Polo players just barely in the horizon he realized he had swam out too far and shook his head, feet slowly kicking in place underwater. Terorahron dipped back underwater and back to shore when he saw the blonde girl from earlier, the Tsunami Dracomancer who fought that Storm Dracomancer for the Older Dragons warm-up session. She was wearing a white bikini with a pink flower here and there, Terorahron not taking much notice to her as he swam in his own direction overhead of her. Pela Valesquez, he remembered as he took a rather deep dive, below what Pela was swimming at. She took notice of this and decided to follow Terorahron silently in the water, somewhat interested by this boy. He came shooting up from the murky deep and breaching the surface water above. She was taken back, assuming he was a Tsunami Dracomancer and followed along quietly to the surface. 

Peering quietly from her position Pela would watch as Terorahron walked on the water's surface, or seemingly to be doing so. As he walked water would part around him slightly, she noticed with much careful concentration. Thinking she could get a quick spar out of it she jumped to the water's surface and declare herself, water soaked body and fists balled to her hips. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on this dark-skinned man who stood before her, wanting at heart to show off her abilities and beat him up. If Pela wasn't in control of a situation, something was definitely wrong.

"Hey you! The black guy walking towards shore! Come take a swing at me, unless you're a puss-" She would be cut off abruptly by a forceful gale that had smacked right into her body, causing her to shield her eyes, most of it. Terorahron turned around to face the girl, his shoulder-length unkempt white hair and silver eyes the most noticeable traits to immediately catch her eye. He held out a hand to his side, a bright spark of light creating a rather definite glow about the area. In his palm would form bronze headphones with spikes to the side, and with them there he'd place them on, eyes closed as he'd fix them right into his ears and hair. Pela took that time to rush ahead with water spinning out from the very ocean surface she ran on around her hands, beginning to twirl into a speeding spear of water racing straight for Terorahron. He would open his eyes to see Pela mere moments before him. Raising his right arm to cover his eyes he'd force his left arm out with its hand open to meet the swirling Tsunami Dracomancer.

Those from shore would feel a massive gust of wind sweep into the beach, blowing out fires and creating great ripples in the water around. Many people would simply babble about the absurd wind blast, but a few would look out to the horizon and notice a large wave being pushed further back into the horizon, noting that was no normal phenomena. There were some Dracomancers who were more "gifted" than the others, and had their own means of flying. Those who could flew out towards the direction of the wave, and once they got there they watched the duel that was just getting started. Terorahron had pushed back Pela out further to the horizon with a concentrated blast of wind. A perk of being a Cyclone Dracomancer was simply shown through Terorahron's counter-attack against Pela: natural manipulation of the air around them. She retreated into the sanctuary of the ocean deep, looking for a way to trap Terorahron and get him under so she could trash him and scar him. 

Ugh, I really don't like people that carelessly, Terorahron thought before jumping into the air, floating on near-invisible spheres of air under his feet. Given a chance she delayed her impact by another few seconds I might've knocked her out of sight. One of the Dracomancers would point back to the water, with a perplexed look. Terorahron noticed and turned to only see a colossal hand of water grab him and drag him underwater, struggling until he felt the pressure release from his body. Looking around cautiously, scanning the waters for the woman's presence. Then, as if by will, he'd hear her voice, even through the water-proof headphones. It brought about an ominous atmosphere, which soon turned into frightful prospect. He wasn't fast underwater, his vision wasn't that limited and he couldn't breathe water, of more obvious things. 

"You can forfeit now boy, and let me gain a few beatings in to show I shouldn't be messed with, or I can drag you under so deep you'll never swim back up in time and drown." Terorahron shook his head in place, looking around before swimming up. With his left hand he extended his middle and index fingers, and with his right hand his pinky. Placing the two hands together was the customary sign for throwing in the towel for a match. Swimming in a circle with the sign pronounced he'd head back for the water's surface as quick as he could. Pela's voice would return again to his mind, sounding a bit frantic. "W-Wait! Are you just giving up so eaily?! What kind of Dracomancer are you to give up a spar?!" He got to the surface of the water, gasping for breath before reaching out and throwing himself to float on the surface. Not taking much more chances he raced into the air, gliding in truth, towards the shore. 

Pela brooded underwater, upset that Terorahron would desert the spar she so wanted to do. She did pick up on some things, especially his element. Before her body would dissolve into water she would give a smirk, thinking of this new fellow who she came across. I give him one thing. He's smart. Meanwhile, Terorahron would walk onto the black sand shore, listening to a rock band from the future, named Coldplay and their song Living in Technicolor. Others would look at him and congratulate for winning the spar out at the ocean. He smirked, giving a shrug as he slid off the headphones. 

"Uhh... I didn't win any spar. It was just... 'harmless' playing."