It had been a year since Jahan had contracted the mysterious parasite that had invaded his body. With no knowledge about his condition which over time had steadily improved until he couldn't even tell that he was infected anymore. In fact Jahan would have sworn that he had been cured if it had not been for one thing, Chiliarch. After being infected, Jahan began to experience the strange sensation that he wasn't alone, nothing enough to be even deemed scary or frightening, but he could feel the small presence of another living force within him. In due time he had started to have strange dreams or hallucinations.
More incredibly frequently would Jahan get the vision of a small girl, who had to be no older than 12 in his head, he would see her in his dreams often in those nights where he felt the most alone. They would be beneath the stars in a plain of high grass, the stars would shoot across the face of the earth vibrantly giving Jahan a peice of mind. The girl whose hair was a ivory color, and had this refined elegance to her would occasionally look at Jahan and then back up at the sky.
That former occurrence was fine with Jahan, he figured it had to be some type of premonition or vision of the future, or maybe he was out partying a bit too much, too often these days. Yet the strangest occurrence had to have came just a few weeks ago. While meditating and practicing his magoi manipulation, in attempts to increase the power of some of his more deadly attacks, suddenly Jahan's hand had erupted with a flash of blue lightning, arcs of electricity and a thick energy like substance had appeared dancing a long his hands.
The substance was plasma, but it was gone just as fast as it had initially appeared. From that point onward Jahan had obsessed himself with figuring out the technique he had produced, unknowingly to him it had been a trait that his dom beast, the paras
Jahan was a determined individual, he couldnt come to give up when doing just about anything. When he had produced the plasma ball in his hands the first time it had been like an instinct. He would call it a fluke but their was something about it he couldnt put to words. He felt like he had produced it the same way he would move his body, albeit it had taken a lot more will power and effort, producing the blue ball of lightning and energy, he knew definitely had to be possible.
So Jahan simply concentrated on getting the plasma to reappear. It had been hard at first with him not being able to produce anything other than magoi in his palms, though slowly over the course of several weeks the blue sparks began to reappear as he became used to conjuring them up. After about 3 weeks of training Jahan decided to test his new found power, wondering if he could use it in combat realistically. He fired it up, and the sparks came to his hand with as much ease as it would be for him to make a fist, Jahan smiled.
"Nice"
More incredibly frequently would Jahan get the vision of a small girl, who had to be no older than 12 in his head, he would see her in his dreams often in those nights where he felt the most alone. They would be beneath the stars in a plain of high grass, the stars would shoot across the face of the earth vibrantly giving Jahan a peice of mind. The girl whose hair was a ivory color, and had this refined elegance to her would occasionally look at Jahan and then back up at the sky.
That former occurrence was fine with Jahan, he figured it had to be some type of premonition or vision of the future, or maybe he was out partying a bit too much, too often these days. Yet the strangest occurrence had to have came just a few weeks ago. While meditating and practicing his magoi manipulation, in attempts to increase the power of some of his more deadly attacks, suddenly Jahan's hand had erupted with a flash of blue lightning, arcs of electricity and a thick energy like substance had appeared dancing a long his hands.
The substance was plasma, but it was gone just as fast as it had initially appeared. From that point onward Jahan had obsessed himself with figuring out the technique he had produced, unknowingly to him it had been a trait that his dom beast, the paras
Jahan was a determined individual, he couldnt come to give up when doing just about anything. When he had produced the plasma ball in his hands the first time it had been like an instinct. He would call it a fluke but their was something about it he couldnt put to words. He felt like he had produced it the same way he would move his body, albeit it had taken a lot more will power and effort, producing the blue ball of lightning and energy, he knew definitely had to be possible.
So Jahan simply concentrated on getting the plasma to reappear. It had been hard at first with him not being able to produce anything other than magoi in his palms, though slowly over the course of several weeks the blue sparks began to reappear as he became used to conjuring them up. After about 3 weeks of training Jahan decided to test his new found power, wondering if he could use it in combat realistically. He fired it up, and the sparks came to his hand with as much ease as it would be for him to make a fist, Jahan smiled.
"Nice"