Coming home
The airplane ride back from Tibet was crazy, I was so frustrated with these damn people, always getting in my way, acting high and mighty, as if somehow they were better than me. I boarded the plane and sat next to the window and looked down as we took off, the scenery becoming smaller by the minute, until it dissapeared and all I saw were the clouds.
I put my head down and started to sleep.
I remember going around Tibet, looking for the monks. I remember them helping with my magic, teaching me some new things that would help me. I remember getting the tattoo's the pain that had caused, it went a way after a while, left me sore for a bit, but now I am better. The monks also helped me remember some old fighting technique's, old martial art's that have died through the ages, but lived on through them. I have always had a knack for picking up martial arts, was always ready to defend myself. I had to be...always have been. I remember meditating with them, learning to harness some of the magic and my anger and then be able to use it to my advantage, I was becoming an excellent fighter. Even taking on the "master" and knocking him off his feet a few times. He said I had proven myself worthy, he gave me a small knife as a trophy. I took it from him, wasn't sure what the hell I was going to do with it, it looked like a sharp letter opener. The "master" nodded and told me to try it out. I took it in hand and then it grew into a very nice piece of metal, a sword. I couldn't hide the smile I had on my face, my very own magic sword. I bowed and thanked him for the gift.
I woke up as we were beggining to land, fighting back a yawn as I stretched. My shirt had rolled up my arm and showed some of the tattoo's, I pushed the shirt back quickly, I didn't need anyone being suspicious. I had something to do. I got off the plane, grabbed my bag and grabbed a cab as I went and found a cab. I took it to the apartment. I stood in the elevator and opened the bag, I grabbed the "sand rose" out of a box. It was what I had brought Eve back, I hoped she had put up the wards on the apartment, I knew she would have.
The elevator dinged and I stepped off, grabbing my bag, I walked towards the Apartment and knocked on the door softly.
I put my head down and started to sleep.
I remember going around Tibet, looking for the monks. I remember them helping with my magic, teaching me some new things that would help me. I remember getting the tattoo's the pain that had caused, it went a way after a while, left me sore for a bit, but now I am better. The monks also helped me remember some old fighting technique's, old martial art's that have died through the ages, but lived on through them. I have always had a knack for picking up martial arts, was always ready to defend myself. I had to be...always have been. I remember meditating with them, learning to harness some of the magic and my anger and then be able to use it to my advantage, I was becoming an excellent fighter. Even taking on the "master" and knocking him off his feet a few times. He said I had proven myself worthy, he gave me a small knife as a trophy. I took it from him, wasn't sure what the hell I was going to do with it, it looked like a sharp letter opener. The "master" nodded and told me to try it out. I took it in hand and then it grew into a very nice piece of metal, a sword. I couldn't hide the smile I had on my face, my very own magic sword. I bowed and thanked him for the gift.
I woke up as we were beggining to land, fighting back a yawn as I stretched. My shirt had rolled up my arm and showed some of the tattoo's, I pushed the shirt back quickly, I didn't need anyone being suspicious. I had something to do. I got off the plane, grabbed my bag and grabbed a cab as I went and found a cab. I took it to the apartment. I stood in the elevator and opened the bag, I grabbed the "sand rose" out of a box. It was what I had brought Eve back, I hoped she had put up the wards on the apartment, I knew she would have.
The elevator dinged and I stepped off, grabbing my bag, I walked towards the Apartment and knocked on the door softly.