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CdnDraxis Origin

CdnDraxis
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Nelson grew up a quiet and distant child, alone since the horrific accident which took his parents' lives but left him unscathed. He was lost in a foreign land, and with no people to claim him, he became a ward of the state. He drew distant from the people who were assigned to care for him, finding solace in the silence of nature and the peace of open spaces. He did not think it odd that he enjoyed being alone; it just seemed right for him.
When he finally entered school, his time alone was apparent by his lack of social skills the other children had in abundance. He did not understand the endless chatter and exuberance they displayed in their day to day lives. But he did thrive on the structure of learning, and absorbed his lessons with a quick eagerness which amazed his teachers.
As he grew older, the years took their toll on the young Nelson, and he became even more isolated from his peers by his successes and focus. This bred a contempt of the different from the other children, and they began to tease, pester and bully Nelson to salve their bruised egos. Finally. after being physically injured during a playground confrontation, one of his teachers suggested to his guardians that he enroll in self-defense classes, to protect himself from future bullies.
His quiet demeanor suggested that a martial art would probably be most suited to his mindset, and he was enrolled in classes at a local kung-fu monastery. Here he found an environment of peace and structure, and thrived in the mastery of the disciplines of the art. His teachers noted his peculiar singular focus, and with a call to their Order's headquarters, drew the boy to the attention of a visiting Master from the East.
The Master observed Nelson, and caught the glimpse of something he had heard about but never experienced in all his years of study. The potential in the boy suggested he was something that manifested once in a generation, an confluence of forces, a melding of the energies of life. The Master realized that he alone was able to guide the child to his destiny; his ancient training and arcane knowledge drawing him here to this place at this time to witness this.
The Master worked with the boy to develop his innate skills, and begin his training in the arcane arts he would one day wield. He also worked to have the boy made a ward of the monastery, so he would not be lost to the world. The local authorities had no problems turning the child over to an agency which would care for him and raise him up in a respectable tradition. Nelson naturally adopted to his new life with little fanfare. The Master taught Nelson to understand his gifts and his innate connection to the elements and the world around him. And while Nelson may have been unsure as to the origin of this power, together they nurtured it and developed it to its greatest capacity. The boy grew into a man of strong power and great humility, the product of the Master's training and his strange, unknown heritage.
It was a cold, rainy autumn day when Nelson was first overcome with unnerving sensations; waves of power and euphoria, followed by nausea and weakness, and a pull/ desire to a place he did not know. He spoke with his Master, and they decided to travel and follow this calling to where it would lead Nelson.
Their travels led them across the world to the northern wastes of the high Canadian tundra, amid the chilling winds and drifting snow. They trekked for days following the call, somewhat akin to a salmon drawn to return to its home. Just as the sun approached its zenith, they came upon a shallow valley. The two men, Master and student, glanced at each other. With a nod from his Master, Nelson stepped down and approached a stacked stone pillar in the center of the valley. A sense of silence and expectation filled the depression as he approached.
Into the silence of the hollow, Nelson spoke words he knew but did not know from where. "I have prepared, heeding your need. I have come, heeding your call. I present myself, heeding your will. Show to me your true self, and reveal your powers to me."
The winds died down to a whisper, then with a shriek, the snows whirled up and up into a huge form. The ice glistened as it coalesced into a huge winged form, scales bright in the wan sunlight. A large horned head turned an eye towards Nelson, and spoke "Yes, you have come; but are you truly ready for your destiny?" The creature gazed deep into Nelson, and nodded. "Perhaps you are, small one, perhaps you are".
Nelson stared up at the creature. "I know you! I have seen you before! You were there, the night my parents died!"
The creature looked down at Nelson. "Yes, I was there but was unable to save you all. You were all so far from home, so far from the North; it was all I could do to save even you from the crash. Would that I could have saved them as well, that they could have guided you into the understanding of your heritage. But I could not, so managed what I could. But it would appear that you found a guide to aid you on your journey." The creature looked back up the hill.
Nelson, turned and beheld his Master bowing deeply to the creature.
"Where is your charge, Harbinger? And how did you come upon this lost one in your travels?" asked the creature with a steady gaze upon the Master.
The Master again bowed to the creature. "Mighty Lung, the Avatar of my land was lost a young age in an horrific accident, so the cycle of his generation was lost; we await his rebirth with great anticipation. For years I wandered without purpose or goals, teaching the next generation of Harbingers for their charges. Then, one day I walked into a classroom and found this lost Avatar, Mighty Lung. His Harbingers were nowhere to be found, and he was a orphan in this world. So, I took it upon myself to train him for his destiny."
"Well done; you are a credit to your species. You have my personal thanks in this matter" replied the creature.
The Master bowed again. "The pleasure was mine to serve. This Avatar is gifted beyond any other previously mentioned in the ancient scrolls." The Master bowed to Nelson.
"What does all this have to do with me? Who are you, and why does the Master bow to you?" asked Nelson, visibly shaken by the turn of events.
"Back when the Earth was young, the Elements ran free and life was a hardship for the creatures of the sea, land and air. And from that hardship were called creatures of the aether, who could tame the elements, twist them, shape them, and ease the sufferings of the living. Thus appeared the Gintarra, supernatural creatures, guardians of life."
"My brethren and I have watched life evolve on this world, and made this world a more hospitable place for life to flourish. In time, a species arose who had the capacity to aid us in this endeavor. But most of them chose to despoil and ravage this planet, save a chosen few. We reveal ourselves to those special ones, the Avatars, who can make a difference for this planet."
"And you think I am one of these Avatars?" asked Nelson, not believing what he was hearing.
"Yes, you are, as were your parents and their parents before them. They stood in this place, and spoke the sacred oaths, binding them to the service of the Earth, and its protection. But, due to events beyond this world, you will be something more than just an Avatar; you will be a Champion of Life for this planet. The enemy has been flooding this planet with particles to enable their warriors to fight on this world. What they could not know is, thanks to the Gintarra, people like yourself will be endowed with special abilities beyond that of their fellow men, and for the chosen few, become something greater than they could every imagine. The enemy has helped create the very forces on this planet to defeat their own armies" said the creature, now speaking directly at Nelson, the full weight of its gaze upon the man.
A peace and calm settled upon Nelson, and a sense of purpose, a desire, a goal filled a void he heretofore had not known existed. He drew in a breathe of the freezing air, and spoke the words written on his soul. "I, Nelson Potekma, The Winter Wind, commit myself to your service Borella, Gintarra of the Frozen North."
Borella spoke to him. "I would have been honored to have accepted your servitude once, Winter Wind, but you are now much more than just a servant, more than just an Avatar to the Gintarra. The particles of the enemy have changed you, enhanced you, and made you into a weapon for Life. You are not servant, but warrior; will you accept the mantle of Protector?"
With a swelling heart, Nelson replied "Agreed; I feel this is my destiny now, standing in this place with you."
"Then I accept your oath, Champion of Life. I give to you now the tools, the weapons, the powers you will need to fight this war. I will guide and aid you in your struggles, but it will be you who forges the path you will take in this conflict." said Borella, as the creature drew up and spread its wings. Power coalesced around Borella, building into a scintillating mass, then it hurled that power into the standing Nelson.
Nelson was blinded, overwhelmed with the sensations and feelings of the power. The feelings he had previously felt became focused as the power of the creature merged with a different power which had already saturated his body. He felt his senses expand, and understanding flooded his mind.
"Mine is a subtler set of powers, perhaps not as flashy as some of my brethren, but formidable in their own right. You wield now a fraction of the might of the North. Your primary power is cold; you can generate fields of chilling temperature, creating ice and frost. You do this by negating heat; you can slow or even stop the motion of particles, draining their energies. Cold can also halt the living processes, so you can slow the spread of harmful entities, such as disease, and impede the spread of harmful toxins, by slowing the bodily functions. Living things will resist this force, so your will and focus will determine your success in manipulating this force."
"Your second set of powers come from the manipulation of the aurora borealis. These supercharged particles can be converted onto energy or force, allowing you to create light and generate winds. Paired with the ability to slow particle motion, they can create a formidable set of defenses and attacks. But you must remember to work with the natural flow of forces to generate your greatest assets; working contrary to nature will minimize your results."
"Your third set of powers comes in the form of communication with all creatures of the North. You will understand their ways, and can communicate with them, and they will understand you. They will see you as an ally, and work to assist you to the best of their natural abilities."
"You are now more, Winter Wind. You are now Glorious King of Canadian Ice Dragons, Warrior of the North. Like the dragons of old, you command powers which others will fear and some will hold in awe. Welcome, for you are home, here in the far North, the birthplace of your ancestors. You will come to find others like you, and join forces with them to protect this world from the coming invaders."
"Glorious King Of Canadian Ice Dragons: it seems a bit pretentious. Perhaps the latin form "Canadienes Draconius Rex", or even "CdnDraxis" would be an easier name for these newfound allies I am to find to be able to say" said Nelson modestly.
"As you will; you will come into yourself with the passing of time. Know that I am but a call away, to advise you on your journey" said the creature. "Travel North to a small village about a few hours travel, and begin your journey there". And with a swirl of wind and ice, the creature was gone.
Nelson walked back up the hill to the waiting Master. "And you have known this, all this time?" he asked, as they turned North and began the trek to the village the creature spoke of.
"Yes, I sensed your potential that day, oh so many years ago, and believed I could help you achieve your destiny" said the Master as they traversed the snowy lands.
"But why did you not tell me anything about all of this?" asked Nelson, waving his arm at the surrounding tundra.
"To inform would have been to inhibit; you had to come into your powers naturally, and without inhibitions" replied the old Master.
"And what would have happened if I had not come into my powers, had not mustered up?" asked Nelson with some exasperation.
The Master snorted. "Dude, like that was bloody likely!" he stated. Nelson stopped and stared at the man in shock. "What?" asked the old man, smiling at Nelson.
"Where did you learn to talk like that?"
The old man chuckled. "I spent a summer in California learning to surf when I was about your age; I picked up a lot of the lingo then, hanging with the bros. Of course, as your teacher, that kind of talk would not have been appropriate. But now, I think, we have moved beyond that, and I can go back to the way I used to talk, dude".
Nelson laughed as they resumed walking. "Is there anything else I should know about, Oh Venerable Master?"
"Dude, if I think of anything, I will drop it in the pipeline" replied the Master, smiling as they trod North.
The pair journeyed for a few hours, comfortable in their presences, mulling over the events of the day. As evening approached, they came upon a fishing village. A small man dressed in furs awaited them on the outskirts of the village.
"Welcome Sirs, I have been awaiting your arrival" he said in perfect Queen's English with a cockney accent, bowing to the pair. Nelson could only stare in shocked surprise, mouth agape, at the man in furs.
The Master burst out laughing. "Dude, you have really got to get past the whole language thing" he said between fits of laughter. "How did I not know that you had this propensity to judge a book by its cover; it is totally hilarious".