Family are the ones that choose to be there. The ones that want to remember.
Even though Cole was on a floating island a couple hundred feet off the ground, he felt connected to the earth in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. For his earth, his world, stood atop a flying ship fighting against gales of wind to back him up.
A steady warmth grew from somewhere deep within his core, grounding him.
"Woah, I feel different," Cole observed.
The warm feeling flowed outwards to his hands and lit them up in a molten orange. A powerful weight settled in them, completely contrasting against his translucent green form.
"Like, like, I can punch through-"
Instinctively, he ducked as the Yin blade sliced above his head. He stood his ground, fists ablaze, as Yang spun around to strike him once again.
"-anything."









