Maybe it started when I was watching as a kid cartoons with superpowers. Storm of X-Men or Anemone of Magic Knights if I remember right. Back then, the coolest powers for men were Fire or Earth elements. People could not see what potential air and wind could make. For me, it was the coolest as I grew up. It could be graceful, yet powerful.
In high school I watched Cardcaptor Sakura, found even a classmate that shares the same enthusiasm for the series. The first and foremost powerful card was The Windy. It also added that the character is mainly a mage, a character focus on casting and indirect fight.
Later when I was involved into an organization in college, I discovered that it was somehow in step with fate. I realized that a character in ancient time named Moshe, with his staff, and the east wind, the might and power of the Almighty, was allowed to divide a whole sea.
When I was young, one of the first ever stories I read was about him. The last time I saw him, he was looking from a distance a great procession of people, like a nation, entering what seemed to be a boundary of the land, a great rushing river. He was holding a staff, and he was old, very old. He just sat there, at the summit of what seemed to be a mountain. I am sure I remembered I read someone brought him there. It seemed he was at the last of his strength. I do not know what to do. As much as he was like ancient, the opposite is happening on his staff, there seemed to be a shoot growing out near the top of the worn pole. Then it became like a growing twig. It had no leaf. It broke off on its own and fell beside him. He looked at me with those ancient, full of wisdom, suffering yet glad eyes, and seem to say to get the twig. I could not refuse. It was like a last wish.
I kneeled and got it from the frozen and rocky ground. As stand at looked at it, it became longer and heavier. I was bewildered but not surprised. Like you do on a dream.
I woke up. I forgot the dream. Until I became college.
I first entered the door of the Kingdom through unusual way that my mentor only noticed. It was a gust of wind.
It was too fast for normal perhaps, but the Spirit might have determined it, for not only me, one of my roommates and two new acquaintances from the org were affected after the meeting. We did not notice the change until we were in the middle of reading The Word after the meeting, in our own homes or apartment. We could understand it in a way more than we do before. Like we were getting more at what we simply read now. A floodgate of new found understanding was rushing, but we were not being satisfied. We were like dry soil soaking in water for the first time. Later years did I recognize that it was Whom we discussed on our that third or so meeting with our common mentor. We discussed about the Spirit.
Later more years, I discovered, it was the same Spirit that was mentioned on ancient times, at the beginning of everything.
The earth was still without form and chaos, and the darkness was over the face of the abyss. And the ruach, the Spirit, of El Elyon was hovering over the face of the soup of matter.
The same term is used for wind. Though this Wind is far superior, equal in standing as the Creator. The same Spirit gave the ability to call upon the Sword of the Spirit that was assigned to me. A staff. The twig of the original staff. A fraction of its might.
For the Sword of the Spirit is not always literally a sword. It reveals its identity and shape depending on the owner it chooses, on the owners behavior, personality, dreams, hopes, the way he was designed.
Later on my adventures with the two other Lightbearers, on the highest peak of the perpetual white mountain province of Cirro, the Mont Sanctus, as we were barely holding our ground to the revealed Ulterupteron (ultimate queen) or Militopteron (warrior queen) of the realm Meteora, I was granted the dominion over the wind. Complete aerokinesis.
The feeling of being filled with power and might through your veins, like it cannot wait to manifest itself outward. The air shifted and began to move around me, then it widened in all directions as more wind was swept along and seem to joining the cause, like excited crowd that find something that would be exhilarating. I was controlling it but at the same time the Wind was guiding me. I think I can do anything in mid-air, fly, or use the air at my beckoning.
We won that time and finish our mission. Apparently, the complete dominion over the wind was temporary for its awakening. I have to learn how I could be guided and become complete in all the aspects so it can do.
I tried to master the techniques that could be applied. Still, its the wind, it is free, it cannot be just contained, and the more I let go and follow its personality, the more it becomes easier. It still took time before I fully maximize my awakened ability, even until after I awakened my second ability, which helped shape and personify the five versions of wind derived from my personality. AT this point that I have my second awakened ability, was when I achieved complete flight. I soared high and fast like the wind, almost as fast as sound, almost breaking the sound barrier.
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