UNBENIGN ENCOUNTER

Bran, a 23 year old tall dark skinned arrogant and pissed melancholic man. Just came out first of his class in the arts of the untamed, a training regiment meant to Horne one's abilities in every conceivable aspect of reality. His body worked to its limit, his mind pushed to the edge of insanity and his spirit nearly broken by soul degrading exercise. It's been 3 years and now he's heading out into the world, broken yet strong, emotionless yet relentless. His main goal, survival.

It's evening the sun's about to set and Bran walks through the autumn gardens of the mainland , leaves laying lifeless on the hard ground. The garden's

been abandoned it'd been the one place he had pleasant memories, but that didn't matter now, he didn't really care anymore

"Bran", a howling voice calls, Bran responds with a split second 180 degree turn spreading his long black leather coat behind and leaving a boot print on the dry ground. His dark brown eyes aggressively r**e across the scenery, "Bran!!!", The howl grows more intense, his adrenaline spikes, he feels surrounded by an enemy he cannot see it's energy is dark and intense the wind blows, Bran's mad. He Swifts his coat back, he feels a tap on his shoulder and then another and another then he's dragged aggressively to the ground and pulled alone like a sac but he can't allow fear to cloud his mind he needs to find a way out. Then his eyes burn with rage bulging his chest he shouts ririsu !!! Sending a shockwave of potent kinetic energy across the garden and freeing him from the hold and before he knows he's encircled by a red ring of light, "oh crap!!", His transported to the dark ether a realm of the phantoms , revenous bloodthirsty phantoms. Bran rans across a thin stretch of black essence a hold of phantoms swarm behind him gliding swiftly through the ether , if they catch on he's a dead man, he might escape one but not an entire swarm. He's fast but they are faster, he can't run forever and this is their turf he needs quick action, he claps his hands looks back and shouts "fusa" creating an energy barrier which the phontoms break in seconds , " tribus scutum!!" He shouts creating a three layered shield holding back the ravenous phantoms enough to catch his breath and harness his enkem. A final product of his training as an untamed.

He roars with untamed energy holding his hands to keep the shields holding, the first layer breaks then the second, the phantom are ragefully wanting to devour him whole...

he weaves a bloom sign curving his pointer fingers on each other and his thumbs create a base, his eyes dilate, pistons the bloom sign at the phantoms he yells "Tsukamu!! Ahhh" he struggles to keep the last shield firm, it's filled with cracks blood oozing from his nose and the thin stretch of dark essence is fading, he'll lose his footing and be at the mercy of the phantoms. The shield shatters the phantoms shriek while charging ferociously. Bran holds the bloom sign to his heart eyes closed he sighs, the phantoms spiral around him slashing and bitting all being unable to reach an inch close to him. He's footing breaks he floats in the ether untouched and unharmed a prideful smirk decorates his face, he tamed the phantoms, not what he expected but what he did worked, normally blooming someone would mean sharing a portion of his essence and giving them a part of his energy leaving a mark of a burning fire Lilly flower on the target's chest.

He doesn't know if the bloom will last, he's exhausted he needs to escape the ether but how? is the question that lingers on his mind. As he unconsciously floats through the ether his mind drifts to his days before the academy. "Bran wait for me!" A high pitched voice coming from Melissa, bran's childhood friend. Barely nine or ten though bran being two years older The two would play through their village garden which was gracefully dressed with the most fragrant of flowers ranging from the red to blue roses, tulips and fire Lilies , it was a sight to behold.

The two had essentially become inseparable, tender ties had grown roots so deep through the years until the tremors and earthquakes began, rendering their little village unstable and unfit for settlement, their families drifted apart as they moved from the main land to different islands scattered throughout the Atlantic ocean which where the north, south, west, east and central island. Life on the islands was tough bran's parents fell prey to illness, "be strong my little fire lily" where the words his mother would say whenever bran needed encouragment. Bran would then be orphaned at the age of sixteen, survival had become a way of life, every meal was mere luck. Pirate raids had become more frequent and all bran could think about was a way out of these s**t hole Islands. On one sunny day when bran was trying to catch himself some fish for lunch on the narrow banks of the central island he spotted multiple ships approaching, "s**t pirates", bran grunted at the sight this