Post by Sanson Leingod on Jun 26, 2015 17:39:22 GMT -6
A young Sanson raced around the yard as his older siblings paired off into teams to play a local sport. Their mother watched over them all. She stood on a balcony over the courtyard. She was dressed in her best apparel; a lavish gown, adorned with jewels and golden lace. As she watched her children play, she waited for her husband to return home.
Sanson was too young to join his siblings. They were playing a form of jousting that relied on using ki-boards to hover and circle each other in a small bowl arena. Each combatant would needed to use their own ki to stay on their board, while manipulating their inner energies to force the other off their own board. When charged with energy, these boards would fly around at incredible speeds. Such play required a solid mastery of oneself, and a trained mind and body. Many that played would find themselves dizzied and sick from the speed and the g-forces generated from the ki-board. Sanson had no such training, and could not use a ki-board, or at least was not allowed. On his 10th birthday, he'd get his own ki-board, and spend time learning how to use it from his father, as all of his siblings had. Being the young age of 6, Sanson had almost double his age to wait before having his own.
His many siblings raced around the castle walls and battlements as they tried to throw each other from their respective ki-boards. To most, watching such a game would be dizzying. Sanson watched with joy and clapped each time one would draw near, and cry whenever a sibling fell off a ki-board. He loved watching, and hated when the game was over. One thing nobody ever noticed, was that despite the incredible speed of the ki-boards, the babe never lost sight of one.
Sanson was sitting by a large fountain that sprayed forth crystal clear water that was naturally cooled by an underground glacial system. He reached a palm into the fountain and splashed his sister as she zipped by. The contact with the ice cold water broke her concentration, and she fell into the fountain. Sanson giggled happily. She was not nearly so amused. Like a leviathan, she rose out of the water and grabbed the babe. She wrapped her arms around her baby brother and pulled him into the waters. Sanson immediately looked up toward his mother and flailed wildly with terror in his eyes as he was pulled into the waters. Suddenly this wasn't fun anymore!
Cera laughed lightly as her children played. She turned away and stepped into her bedroom as Sanson flipped his sister into the water. Served the boy right that he was getting payback. He knew not to mess with them while they ki-boarded. She called for a servant and a touch of tea while she waited for Sanson's soggy steps and sobbing voice to enter the room.
Surely enough, several minutes later, Sanson entered his mother's sleeping quarters. He was dripping wet and tears were streaming as he complained about how mean his sister was. His mother couldn't help but laugh lovingly at her pathetic son. "Well, son, you'll have to toughen up. If you can't stand the water, stay out of the fountain." She smiled and grabbed a towel to dry off the young child. "Now, you know you aren't supposed to interrupt them, so why do you insist on doing it?"
Sanson's tears stopped as his mother dried him off. He gasped in air several times as he slowly recovered from his wailing. "But I want to pray. I never get to pray." He begged through gasps. His mother rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around the boy.
Your time will come, Sans. Four more years and you'll be able to play. Now, where's your ki doll?" She queried about the child's toy that helped to cultivate the royal family's inner powers. "If you don't keep it with you all the time, you'll never be able to make father proud. You know that." She spoke harshly. The carrying of the doll was vital. Each member of the family had latent power, and that doll helped to shape it and bring it out. Sanson was always breaking it, and it was happening more and more often lately. "You do want to play, right? Well you've got to keep your doll happy, then you can play."
Sanson frowned and pouted. "That doll is for babies and girls." He shakes his head. "Daddy doesn't carry a dolly, so Sanson doesn't neither."
She smiled at the double negative. "Serif has already mastered his inner power, so he doesn't need the doll. He carried one until he was nearly 15, because he has so much power that needed mastered. If you stop carrying it now, you'll never be as strong as he is." Sanson's father was the local lord. The hierarchy of the land was based on personal power and Serif was quite gifted in that regard. Little Sanson was the youngest of a several generation family of Lords; people of his race with power, and the doll was the key to discovering and mastering that power.
He simply shook his head. "No doll." He pouted.
His mother glared at him. "If that's how you want it, then you don't get to act like a Lord today." She waved one of the servants and issued an order. "Have him work with the scullery tonight, punishment for breaking another doll."
Sanson went along with the servant, but refused to end his pouting fit. He didn't need any doll to be strong.
As the boy left, horns blew outside, which signaled the return of the Lord. Lady Ariel stood up and couldn't help but smile as she rushed to greet her husband.
Outside, the many children of the local Lord stopped their ki-board game and rushed to the front courtyard to greet their father.
Down in the scullery, the chef was trying to track down the young Lord. He'd released life fowl in the kitchens and used them as a diversion to vanish into the castle.
On top of one of the castle's many battlements, the young Sanson had appropriated a ki-board, and planned on greeting his dad, and proving to his mom that he didn't need any stupid doll. The young Sanson stood on the ki-board and stomped several times in frustration as the board refused to respond. Sadly, it wasn't as easy as his siblings had made it look.
Sanson was too young to join his siblings. They were playing a form of jousting that relied on using ki-boards to hover and circle each other in a small bowl arena. Each combatant would needed to use their own ki to stay on their board, while manipulating their inner energies to force the other off their own board. When charged with energy, these boards would fly around at incredible speeds. Such play required a solid mastery of oneself, and a trained mind and body. Many that played would find themselves dizzied and sick from the speed and the g-forces generated from the ki-board. Sanson had no such training, and could not use a ki-board, or at least was not allowed. On his 10th birthday, he'd get his own ki-board, and spend time learning how to use it from his father, as all of his siblings had. Being the young age of 6, Sanson had almost double his age to wait before having his own.
His many siblings raced around the castle walls and battlements as they tried to throw each other from their respective ki-boards. To most, watching such a game would be dizzying. Sanson watched with joy and clapped each time one would draw near, and cry whenever a sibling fell off a ki-board. He loved watching, and hated when the game was over. One thing nobody ever noticed, was that despite the incredible speed of the ki-boards, the babe never lost sight of one.
Sanson was sitting by a large fountain that sprayed forth crystal clear water that was naturally cooled by an underground glacial system. He reached a palm into the fountain and splashed his sister as she zipped by. The contact with the ice cold water broke her concentration, and she fell into the fountain. Sanson giggled happily. She was not nearly so amused. Like a leviathan, she rose out of the water and grabbed the babe. She wrapped her arms around her baby brother and pulled him into the waters. Sanson immediately looked up toward his mother and flailed wildly with terror in his eyes as he was pulled into the waters. Suddenly this wasn't fun anymore!
Cera laughed lightly as her children played. She turned away and stepped into her bedroom as Sanson flipped his sister into the water. Served the boy right that he was getting payback. He knew not to mess with them while they ki-boarded. She called for a servant and a touch of tea while she waited for Sanson's soggy steps and sobbing voice to enter the room.
Surely enough, several minutes later, Sanson entered his mother's sleeping quarters. He was dripping wet and tears were streaming as he complained about how mean his sister was. His mother couldn't help but laugh lovingly at her pathetic son. "Well, son, you'll have to toughen up. If you can't stand the water, stay out of the fountain." She smiled and grabbed a towel to dry off the young child. "Now, you know you aren't supposed to interrupt them, so why do you insist on doing it?"
Sanson's tears stopped as his mother dried him off. He gasped in air several times as he slowly recovered from his wailing. "But I want to pray. I never get to pray." He begged through gasps. His mother rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around the boy.
Your time will come, Sans. Four more years and you'll be able to play. Now, where's your ki doll?" She queried about the child's toy that helped to cultivate the royal family's inner powers. "If you don't keep it with you all the time, you'll never be able to make father proud. You know that." She spoke harshly. The carrying of the doll was vital. Each member of the family had latent power, and that doll helped to shape it and bring it out. Sanson was always breaking it, and it was happening more and more often lately. "You do want to play, right? Well you've got to keep your doll happy, then you can play."
Sanson frowned and pouted. "That doll is for babies and girls." He shakes his head. "Daddy doesn't carry a dolly, so Sanson doesn't neither."
She smiled at the double negative. "Serif has already mastered his inner power, so he doesn't need the doll. He carried one until he was nearly 15, because he has so much power that needed mastered. If you stop carrying it now, you'll never be as strong as he is." Sanson's father was the local lord. The hierarchy of the land was based on personal power and Serif was quite gifted in that regard. Little Sanson was the youngest of a several generation family of Lords; people of his race with power, and the doll was the key to discovering and mastering that power.
He simply shook his head. "No doll." He pouted.
His mother glared at him. "If that's how you want it, then you don't get to act like a Lord today." She waved one of the servants and issued an order. "Have him work with the scullery tonight, punishment for breaking another doll."
Sanson went along with the servant, but refused to end his pouting fit. He didn't need any doll to be strong.
As the boy left, horns blew outside, which signaled the return of the Lord. Lady Ariel stood up and couldn't help but smile as she rushed to greet her husband.
Outside, the many children of the local Lord stopped their ki-board game and rushed to the front courtyard to greet their father.
Down in the scullery, the chef was trying to track down the young Lord. He'd released life fowl in the kitchens and used them as a diversion to vanish into the castle.
On top of one of the castle's many battlements, the young Sanson had appropriated a ki-board, and planned on greeting his dad, and proving to his mom that he didn't need any stupid doll. The young Sanson stood on the ki-board and stomped several times in frustration as the board refused to respond. Sadly, it wasn't as easy as his siblings had made it look.
