Enemy Within
Enemy Within: Spirit Awakening
He was always his own worst enemy
Note: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury or its characters. I’m just playing with them.
Prompt: First Memory (bigthingsinlife prompts)
Genre: General/Drama/Angst
Rating: K (Will build gradually)
For years when I was a child, I thought something was wrong with me. I could never bring myself to ask my parents when I saw them because I didn’t see them often enough to want to bother them with something like that. When I saw my parents I cherished every moment, because I probably saw them once a month as far as I remember. They were gone so much; more concerned with themselves then their only child. I felt rejected, alone, unloved. I had Nannies and Babysitters watching me, as I got older, I would go to my Neighbors but I never had my parents. It’s no way for a child to live, but I’m not longer a child.
I am adult, who has made many mistakes; my path had once been clear and good, like I was. Now I am tainted, there is blood on my hands and my body is possessed by evil, something I cannot fight or control. I could fight, I could win, but what’s the point, I lost everything I had worked for, now I hide within the darkness, waiting for the day I am destroyed.
Why would a child think something is wrong, they know nothing of the adult word and concept of wrong? It was natural, I just knew it, and I always did. It was the variants in my personality according to everyone else. To me, it wasn’t my personality; there was something inside me. Not until I was seven did I realize what it was. That’s when my spirit welled and burst from me. The feeling itself was pure rapture, I felt alive, I felt strong. My body on the other hand was going into shock from the pure energy that was flowing through it. My heart was racing out of control, my vision blurred, and then I saw him. A golden outlined black lion began to form before my eyes, he was so beautiful. It reached for me, and I immediately understood that this was just apart of me. I was never a strong child, weak and clumsy, frail even. He offered me his strength, his power, all of him. It was apart of me, who was I to deny him? I reached for him and touched his face that was the last thing I remember of that day.
When I awoke I could feel his strength flow through me with each thudding heartbeat. My Mother was fussing over me and about my room, but it’s the first she ever had since I was no longer an infant. She told me I collapsed and seized, I hadn’t seen her that worried in a long time. The only time I saw her on the verge of tears was when a man came to collect me. He said his name was Mao and if she wanted me to be safe, I was to go with him. Without a second thought, she handed me over to this man. I was no longer her burden, well at least while I was going to this Academy named Pai Zhuq. Mao took my hand and as we walked from my home, leaving all my possessions, not that they mattered much to me, they mattered more to my parents and looked down into my eyes. I still having a feeling that he was looking into me, through me, reading my soul. His worn face broke from the stern and grave appearance and he smiled kindly down at me. He made a vow to me that day, vows he would later break, which lead to my ultimate downfall and his death. He promised I’d never be abandoned again, he promised to stay at my side. I looked into his eyes and I believed him then, yet again, I was just a child, I believed the lie.
I followed this man wordless from my home. He’s informing me that I was in possession of the strongest Lion spirit in 100 years. He is surprised since I am so young, he had gotten the reading once but it thought it was a fluke. It was at my birth but it spiked then vanished, it was dormant inside me until that day. He knew I was afraid and took me in his arms to hold me, if felt like a parent embrace, something I hadn’t felt until then. He told me many things on our way to the Academy, that there were others like me, everywhere, all different animals, all different strengths. But I apparently was the strongest, joy crept into me, I was finally called strong…but I had no concept of my strength. As he warned me, I had many years to train and so much to learn. I eagerly followed, accepting this new life without looking back. He was my family now and thus my training began.
He was always his own worst enemy
Note: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury or its characters. I’m just playing with them.
Prompt: First Memory (bigthingsinlife prompts)
Genre: General/Drama/Angst
Rating: K (Will build gradually)
For years when I was a child, I thought something was wrong with me. I could never bring myself to ask my parents when I saw them because I didn’t see them often enough to want to bother them with something like that. When I saw my parents I cherished every moment, because I probably saw them once a month as far as I remember. They were gone so much; more concerned with themselves then their only child. I felt rejected, alone, unloved. I had Nannies and Babysitters watching me, as I got older, I would go to my Neighbors but I never had my parents. It’s no way for a child to live, but I’m not longer a child.
I am adult, who has made many mistakes; my path had once been clear and good, like I was. Now I am tainted, there is blood on my hands and my body is possessed by evil, something I cannot fight or control. I could fight, I could win, but what’s the point, I lost everything I had worked for, now I hide within the darkness, waiting for the day I am destroyed.
Why would a child think something is wrong, they know nothing of the adult word and concept of wrong? It was natural, I just knew it, and I always did. It was the variants in my personality according to everyone else. To me, it wasn’t my personality; there was something inside me. Not until I was seven did I realize what it was. That’s when my spirit welled and burst from me. The feeling itself was pure rapture, I felt alive, I felt strong. My body on the other hand was going into shock from the pure energy that was flowing through it. My heart was racing out of control, my vision blurred, and then I saw him. A golden outlined black lion began to form before my eyes, he was so beautiful. It reached for me, and I immediately understood that this was just apart of me. I was never a strong child, weak and clumsy, frail even. He offered me his strength, his power, all of him. It was apart of me, who was I to deny him? I reached for him and touched his face that was the last thing I remember of that day.
When I awoke I could feel his strength flow through me with each thudding heartbeat. My Mother was fussing over me and about my room, but it’s the first she ever had since I was no longer an infant. She told me I collapsed and seized, I hadn’t seen her that worried in a long time. The only time I saw her on the verge of tears was when a man came to collect me. He said his name was Mao and if she wanted me to be safe, I was to go with him. Without a second thought, she handed me over to this man. I was no longer her burden, well at least while I was going to this Academy named Pai Zhuq. Mao took my hand and as we walked from my home, leaving all my possessions, not that they mattered much to me, they mattered more to my parents and looked down into my eyes. I still having a feeling that he was looking into me, through me, reading my soul. His worn face broke from the stern and grave appearance and he smiled kindly down at me. He made a vow to me that day, vows he would later break, which lead to my ultimate downfall and his death. He promised I’d never be abandoned again, he promised to stay at my side. I looked into his eyes and I believed him then, yet again, I was just a child, I believed the lie.
I followed this man wordless from my home. He’s informing me that I was in possession of the strongest Lion spirit in 100 years. He is surprised since I am so young, he had gotten the reading once but it thought it was a fluke. It was at my birth but it spiked then vanished, it was dormant inside me until that day. He knew I was afraid and took me in his arms to hold me, if felt like a parent embrace, something I hadn’t felt until then. He told me many things on our way to the Academy, that there were others like me, everywhere, all different animals, all different strengths. But I apparently was the strongest, joy crept into me, I was finally called strong…but I had no concept of my strength. As he warned me, I had many years to train and so much to learn. I eagerly followed, accepting this new life without looking back. He was my family now and thus my training began.