Post by Khaos King on Jul 18, 2011 19:01:34 GMT -5
Standing in the cemetery staring at his hands and the ancient garbs, he looks down at the granite buckle now placed on his waist above a white cotton flap between his legs. The wind picks up as it blows his white cotton, gold trim cloak. He takes a step forward in astonishment, his gold shin guard gleaming in the light, something deep inside him whispers to him to leap.
Without thought or hesitation he leaps into the air as the wind responds as if by a silent command as he flies over the city in a crack of Thunder.
Quinn: I'm flying?!
how?!
I was at the cemetery when the weirdo showed up..
I think i was hit by lightning that's it, i must be passed out at the cemetery.. this cant be real.
I gotta wake up, wake up!!!
screaming at the top of his lungs the wind picks up as the clouds above him darken and charge with lightning and crack with thunder. Without warning lightning strikes down hitting the roof of a building setting it on fire. Ignoring his actions he flies away till he is struck with overwhelming fear and pain not his own as it batters his consciousness as images flicker through his mind of the damage he has caused the people below him.
The voice whispers to him to do the right thing and help. Quinn holding his head as he hears the cries of the people within the building, children, mothers, men as they panic running out of the building praying that their belongings are not destroyed.
Quinn's conscious overwhelms him as he flies down to the top of the roof not knowing how to put it out as ideas from comics run through his mind. He inhales and attempts to blow out the fire only to further fan it as his subconscious control of his newly acquired power activates and brings down the wind in his foolish attempt. Desperate he begs for rain to whomever may listen and slowly it trickles before becoming a strong rain storm snuffing out the fire. Quinn shocked at what just happen as he tries to figure out what is happening to him.
Quinn: Did i just make it rain?
The clouds dissipate as the fire dies out, Quinn looking down below at the street as people gather and point at him while sirens in the distant approach.
Quinn: this isnt a dream, its real..
The voice at the edge of consciousness answers him a whisper in the darkness barely audible within Quinn's own confused mine.
Nican Nehuatl: no...
Quinn looks at the fire trucks approaching as the people stare at him some in awe others in suspicion as the cause of the fire. He looks down one last time before looking up and praying he doesnt fall as he leaps into the air and takes flight.
people scream at what they just witness others faint at the sight of a flying man in some weird leather, gold armor and robe clothing. Quinn flies back to the cemetery hoping to find answers as he lands he looks around and hears the whispered voice during a moment of clarity.
Nican Nehuatl: Say the words..
not sure if it will work he says the name of the stranger...
Quinn: Nican Nehuatl.
A bright light dissipates from his body as he returns to his true form, that of a young teenager.
Quinn: what happen?
how?
Quinn looks down at his waist noticing the belt buckle around his waist and part of his belt.
Quinn: It did this.
placing his hand on the granite belt buckle as it glows and in front of him a ghostly image appears of the stranger.
Nican Nehuatl: This is your gift from me and your father.
use it wisely.
Quinn: what, where are you?
Nican Nehuatl: i cannot stay in your realm for long periods of time. I am prohibited by a higher power, i exist in a realm of thoughts and dreams now. I can only channel my power through those who share my blood and a physical link to me. I have slumbered for a long time, i do not like this new world. You will be my champion and the savior of our people, bring them hope, Quinn. know that you come from a line of warriors and protectors.
The image fades as it finish speaking it smiles at Quinn...
Quinn: who is our people?! Do i have to look like you and wear animals skin and look like something out of Hercules adventures?! dont go!
the voice carried by the wind as it answers back..
you have the power of a god be what you wish to be....... and make it so.....
Without thought or hesitation he leaps into the air as the wind responds as if by a silent command as he flies over the city in a crack of Thunder.
Quinn: I'm flying?!
how?!
I was at the cemetery when the weirdo showed up..
I think i was hit by lightning that's it, i must be passed out at the cemetery.. this cant be real.
I gotta wake up, wake up!!!
screaming at the top of his lungs the wind picks up as the clouds above him darken and charge with lightning and crack with thunder. Without warning lightning strikes down hitting the roof of a building setting it on fire. Ignoring his actions he flies away till he is struck with overwhelming fear and pain not his own as it batters his consciousness as images flicker through his mind of the damage he has caused the people below him.
The voice whispers to him to do the right thing and help. Quinn holding his head as he hears the cries of the people within the building, children, mothers, men as they panic running out of the building praying that their belongings are not destroyed.
Quinn's conscious overwhelms him as he flies down to the top of the roof not knowing how to put it out as ideas from comics run through his mind. He inhales and attempts to blow out the fire only to further fan it as his subconscious control of his newly acquired power activates and brings down the wind in his foolish attempt. Desperate he begs for rain to whomever may listen and slowly it trickles before becoming a strong rain storm snuffing out the fire. Quinn shocked at what just happen as he tries to figure out what is happening to him.
Quinn: Did i just make it rain?
The clouds dissipate as the fire dies out, Quinn looking down below at the street as people gather and point at him while sirens in the distant approach.
Quinn: this isnt a dream, its real..
The voice at the edge of consciousness answers him a whisper in the darkness barely audible within Quinn's own confused mine.
Nican Nehuatl: no...
Quinn looks at the fire trucks approaching as the people stare at him some in awe others in suspicion as the cause of the fire. He looks down one last time before looking up and praying he doesnt fall as he leaps into the air and takes flight.
people scream at what they just witness others faint at the sight of a flying man in some weird leather, gold armor and robe clothing. Quinn flies back to the cemetery hoping to find answers as he lands he looks around and hears the whispered voice during a moment of clarity.
Nican Nehuatl: Say the words..
not sure if it will work he says the name of the stranger...
Quinn: Nican Nehuatl.
A bright light dissipates from his body as he returns to his true form, that of a young teenager.
Quinn: what happen?
how?
Quinn looks down at his waist noticing the belt buckle around his waist and part of his belt.
Quinn: It did this.
placing his hand on the granite belt buckle as it glows and in front of him a ghostly image appears of the stranger.
Nican Nehuatl: This is your gift from me and your father.
use it wisely.
Quinn: what, where are you?
Nican Nehuatl: i cannot stay in your realm for long periods of time. I am prohibited by a higher power, i exist in a realm of thoughts and dreams now. I can only channel my power through those who share my blood and a physical link to me. I have slumbered for a long time, i do not like this new world. You will be my champion and the savior of our people, bring them hope, Quinn. know that you come from a line of warriors and protectors.
The image fades as it finish speaking it smiles at Quinn...
Quinn: who is our people?! Do i have to look like you and wear animals skin and look like something out of Hercules adventures?! dont go!
the voice carried by the wind as it answers back..
you have the power of a god be what you wish to be....... and make it so.....
