Pashiva 4 The Duln Saga

Rangers in Youth, Determination To Become a Ranger

          Felren continued down his path back to Marsh Village where he would report the progress he didn't make to the Brown Cloaks who at this moment were training in Watered Pores and Hair Vines, not knowing that Felren already knows better then Eresil on how to perform these skills. He trotted casually through the dense forest and pondered his thoughts while staring at the ground with hardly even a blink. 

       Back at Marsh Village the Brown Cloaks were standing in separate parts of the water trying not to interfere with each other's strenuous training. Each individual Brown Cloak had his or her hand hovering above the water trying to pull in the water to their hand in inflate it with water. Eresil did the same thing with slightly more effect then the others. They then noticed Melat doing the same thing away from everyone else. He hovered his hand just on the water as a small current surrounded his hand leading into it as his hand started to swell up with water. His hand was now the size of his head as he watched in amazement at his own ability. The rest of the Brown Cloaks smiled with joy at Melat's success. They then noticed Melat dividing up the water similarly to how Felren did it by increasing the overall size of his arm and used it as a pump as the water flowed up to his shoulder dividing the water completly in his arm. Melat then concentrated even more then he was before to where he began to sweat. He then placed the water from his arm into the muscles in his arm. Melat seemed impressed enough with it. He then jumped up out of the water on top of the deck where the town was. He started to punch the air rapidly with his normal left arm. His punches were fired from his side as rapid as a machine gun. He then placed his left fist by his side and charged up an aura of wind around it. He then punched at the same pace only this time his machine gun like punches were firing blasts of wind as fast as machine guns with the impact of a cannon ball. Melat then stopped punching with his left and started to with his right with an aura of wind around it. By the smallest margin Melat's punches with his right hand were slower however the impact they left were slightly more powerful. Melat then examined his water induced arm with a minor suspicion. "I see, using Watered Pores will make my overall punching stronger, not my wind attacks. Also it makes me attack slower as well. I guess it's only good for close combat situations". Melat thought to himself. "Hey Melat, you alright"? Eresil asked. Melat looked down noticing Eresil. "Oh yeah I'm fine". Melat said. "Is Felren back yet"? Melat asked. "I haven't seen anyone walk through the forest so I guess not". Naytan answered. "Damn it. We gotta leave, we can't just sit around here while my mother could be killed any moment". Melat said. Melat then resumed his training by rapidly punching and jumping only this time utilizing his Watered Pores ability. 

        Back in the forest where Felren was on his way back to Marsh Village he pondered his thoughts. Reminising about the good times he had years ago with his friends Eled, Nolko, Ragnar and the one who betrayed his friendship in death, Lucius. 

      Two years ago when Felren was the age of sixteen, he and his friends of the same age were running around with wooden swords sparring each other in the privacy of one of their homes in a town known as Riverside Retreat. The streets of Riverside Retreat were filled with the souls of happy go lucky civilians going by their everyday life by buying food, children playing in the streets and workers building houses or chopping down dead trees. Inside one of the houses was an empty basement with concrete walls and wooden practice dummy's with heads of straw filled sacks. However the five sixteens year old youths Felren, Eled, Nolko, Ragnar and Lucius were sparring each other with wooden swords while Felren and Lucius were the powerhouses while Ragnar was able to rival at least Felren. After about a minute of impressive swords men choreography for their age they quit and wiped their heads of sweat. Eled and Nolko sat down feeling as if they could sleep for a week. Ragnar was leaning against the wall panting heavily while Lucius and Felren were the only ones standing upright and barely sweating. They dropped their wooden swords and all sat around each other. Felren smiled at each of his friends as did everyone else. They each put their right hands in the center and stacked each hand on top of each other. They then lifted them up triumphantly. "TO BECOME RANGERS". The five yelled in joy.