Snippet #4251

Aylward awoke in a small chamber, where an elderly elf in brown robes sat meditating. "You're awake." The older elf commented simply when he felt Aylward stir.

"Really, Master, is there a need to drug a fellow elf before you allow him audience?" Aylward asked, his head still groggy from the effects of the potion. It seemed the Guardians used a slightly more potent version than their fellow elves did.

"When it's the Master of the Wind, who rebels against the king and Genox himself, yes. We cannot risk you divulging our locationg within these woods." The elder replied dryly. "Now, my son, why have you returned?"

"My powers over the wind. They've been... growing stronger. Without training, without practice, just raw power adding on to mine each day." Aylward left his query hanging in the air. The elder chuckled, and getting up from his meditating position, turned to face Aylward. He placed two hands on Aylward's shoulder, and sighed. His eyes looked as if a great burden was behind them.

"Perhaps now it's time I told you the truth about your powers." The elder picked up a staff from the floor, moved to the center of the chamber and struck the ground with its base. A giant spell circle lined the base of the chamber, as a loud flash of light engulfed Aylward and he felt his body grow weightless, as if it was floating.

No wait, he didn't feel as if he had a body at all... He was... The air itself? "What is happening?!" He cried out in shock.

The elder chuckled. "Your true manifestation, Aylward. I sealed away your power when you were born as you were too young to control it. Twice in your infancy you had flattened more than enough dwellings for your brethren to want you removed from the village. Now that your powers are under control, it's time to let out their full potential. You're not the Master of the Wind, Aylward. You are the wind."

Aylward formed back into his physical body, and stretched out his hands in front of him, disbelief in his eyes.