Warrior Luna, Timeless Fate

Ice dreams

Back in my dreams, I find myself next to a body of water, just what I needed. I sit and admire the beauty of the body of water, the smell of the salt water, the sound of the crashing waves, I see the reflection of the moon casting as glow on the water making it look sliver. Now, I can practice this element I mumbled to myself, I balance my breathing and thoughts and center myself and feel the magic flowing. I pull forward the water magic and try and harness its energy, but when I feel it, it’s not gentle, it’s not tame, it feels wild and turbulent, so I let my control flow with the feeling. I connect with the energy, I make my way over to the water. I put my foot in the water as the wave washes over my toes I feel the cool sensation of the water. As, I move into the water knee deep, I push my power outward and the water slips open around me, showing me the inside of the water. I let the water down, and it splashes against my legs. Focusing more on the water, I breathe in and out, and push my thought of what I want to do out to the power, lifting a small orbital ball of water, slowly moving it with my hands, to make it a complete sphere, and I use my magic to shoot it, it doesn’t go far, but the force of it caused a good slap in the water around me. After, practicing that technique, to make sphere shaped water balls and throwing them, using aim and speed for force, I needed a target. So, I made one out of sticks and vines using my earth ablities. Then, the practice really began, I tried at different lengths and once I started hitting the makeshift target with the water balls I tried putting more power behind the water for the force and once that was achieved, wondering if some how I can make weapons out of the water. “Wynter do you think I have enough time to practice that?” “Yes two more hours” she replied. That should be enough time, so I put enough water and power and try and form the water ball into a sword making the shift of the handle in to the shape of my hand and making the blade of it sharp and smooth enough to cut. I pull power from my ice elements and freeze the sword, honing into the details of the way a good sword should be balanced. Once it’s completed I take it and swing it in a slicing motion hearing the wind swoosh coming from it, I decide to use my earth and water element to make a good practice, I take a second and look at the practice dummy’s I’ve made and start swinging the sword with each swing and connect the control of the sword in my hand is easy and natural in motion, the slice of the vine and water combination make it feel like cutting a human arm, controlling the blade and continuing the assault against the practice target,until I’m left with nothing but broken vines and a puddle of water in the sand.

Seeing that the moon, is starting to move in the sky, and the sun is slowly moving up. “Wynter, can I take this sword back with me when we go?” I asked, “ummm, do you have a bag to hold it against yourself?” She asked, “ no, but I can make a belt and a holder for the sword.” I responded. I quickly make a belt out of vines and shaved it down and shaping it into a belt and making a round eight shape piece that fits perfectly on the handle of the sword and slides on the belt. Once it’s dried out enough I connect everything and tie the belt against me.

That’s when I hear it the crunch of a foot against leaves, I squat down and take cover behind a rock and I take a swift of the air, I smell the most delicious smell warm apples and cinnamon, I pause and breathe so deeply and peek over the rock, looking around, then seeing him. The moss handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life, shirtless sweat drops running down his abdomen down to the V of his waist, looking back at his face nice plump pink lips, nice cheeks and a chiseled nose and those eyes, one red and one golden, it’s him. The wolf I collided with in the forest. My wolf in my head screaming “MATE” ,“MATE”, we found our mate Wynter is hollering like a banshee instead of wolf. I laugh at her, but excitement in my heart and fear of being rejected I hide, against the rock I’m perched on and take him in, watching his beautiful form look at the vines and puddles left behind from my training session. He looks at the rock that I’m painting myself against in hopes he can’t see me but then as I peek back over to him, his eyes and face finds mine in a flash of confusion, then his eyes flash with a look of warmth and happiness. Stunned and excited that I found my mate but I can’t talk to him before the sunrises, I look at the sky and back at him once more knowing hope that he finds me. Looking into those beautiful eyes, handsome face muscular physique, and wonder who he could be.

At, that moment he starts walking towards the rock, I start to fade as the sun rises, he walks fast, a race against the sun to meet his moon, his hand outstretched to grab mine and I’m gone.

Awakening in my room, with a jump, in an uncomfortable position on account of the way I fell asleep. I jump up and look around my waist and find the belt and sword attached to me, like I’d hoped it would be.