Aura of Creation and Destruction

Chapter 4

To see your own destiny is fate. To save someone else's destiny is heroism. To create our own destiny is willpower.

Aloof on a mountaintop, a teenage meinfoo. She stares off from beyond the peaks back at the grounds below. Accompanied by another figure, the two stared in unison, well above the event horizon, high in the mountainous region. Below, Alabastro looked like a speck, its people were smaller than durants. The figure who was pointed in ear and blue in tone spoke up.

"Concentrate, Faosha. See not what you see with your vision, but with your heart." A low growling, yet empathetic voice commanded. Next to the meinfoo, a mentor of the aura of destruction is seemed. His name did not matter. The jackal like creature, spiked in the chest with an iron prick, did his best to teach the woman dignity. This was but one lesson.

This dog was a father to the young trainee, taking her to wondrous places and showing her new ways to control her inner discord. He raised her on his own, and to Faosha, this man was like a father. The man was canine in appearance: blue as the skies above, gray as the steel below. He was not overly strict, but at the same time not leisurely. Caring for a daughter wasn't an easy burden for anyone to take on alone.

How would she whether the coming storm her bloodline carries? He knew of the prophecy of the titanic threat, and he took great heed about training others. He understood as it was passed down through the generations. Faosha's guardian knew what was coming for the mink's future, but not exactly when her awakening outburst would happen.

Faosha didn't particularly like being told what to do, but she certainly wanted to prove her love and thankfulness to her 'dad'.
She made some form of grunt in acknowledgment, albeit with a bit of back-sass in tone. She stared, harder, harder still, she could not fathom what she was looking for, nor how to look for it.

"Do you see the town? Do you see our home?" Her father asked.

"Well yes father, but I don't see the point of all this." Faosha replied instinctively.

"Good, but you must look beyond what you see. After that, lies something you will be able to sense in the distance. You will be able to sense the energy of other living beings. How you will see that will vary, but it will be of great use to understand yourself, and to know who is your friend or your foe."

Her father sighed. "Trust is certainly a bridge, but in combat, words only tell half the story. One's true character comes out when faced with a threat to their well being. There's only so much I can teach you."

The dog got up from his seat, patted his child on the shoulder. "Well, I think you did great for today. Come on, we should get down from here, first one to the bottom gets a lucky egg." He smiled. His daughter resonated with something less boring to do. "You're on, pop!"

Childhood passes in the blink of an eye. Faosha's teachings followed from her teen years into adulthood. At the first confession of love in her life over another jackal, she felt something new, a happiness as she had by her dad's side. However she quickly realized it wasn't meant to last.

Her lover dog was gone for days weeks, and never talked back about what he felt about her. He had eyes for another creature at one point, as young lovebirds tend to frolic. Faosha wanted to be the center of his world and to spread that joy they both sparked, but he wouldn't make the time to allow that.

There could not a worse time for aura of destruction to awaken within her. Faosha, still an unkempt trainee, felt her rage manifested. Her eyes, turned from soft purple to a crimson red. The confrontation with her boyfriend's lack of loyalty turned her mood violent. She had taken the verbal abuse she internally endured over their time together and turned it outward into action. She gripped him, and as she did the fire took hold of the two. A fire began to burn them alive, together, which is exactly what she wanted of what they made of each other. Taking notice of the events happening in her master's home home, the jackal master intervened in a timely manner.

"Faosha, snap out of it! You're going to get hurt, it's not worth it. I can't imagine how you feel. I love you, just calm down for your dad." She cried, ceasing her outburst in liquid sorrow.

Her emotions had run amok, but the aura of destruction's transformative nature fled from her body. What she found at a later time was that watery sadness had manifested in her abilities.

The mink's boyfriend took off and all but avoided her out of fear. The parents of the jackal grew concerned. They raised words with Faosha's father. He went on to confront his student as his daughter.