The summoning (part one)

A man wearing a pair of black flowing silkin pants that seem to flow in the wind, for they are quite big, his shirt is a delicate white silkin shirt with a white dragon wrapped all around the shirt, breathing white fire, in his hands he holds a white staff pure and beautifully simple, it has one simple thing to flaw it, a single red diamond at the top of the staff.  Walking in step with the staff, his long curly brown hair besets his deep blue eyes, walking down a dirt path in the woods, he seems content with himself; the woods are lit with the early morning light, and appear to be a sort of rainforest, the sounds of life and its beauty are everywhere, a distant river bed, birds chirping and flying small animals and monkeys making their morning calls, the world seems to be alive, as is the young man.1

Walking to the river bed, he kneels down and places his smooth white hands in the water, splashing his simple face with the water, and gently pushing the cool refreshing water over his long curly hair, he gets up, and takes three steps in the air, one over the center of the river, and the other on the other side of it, gently setting down on the other side of the river bed, he continues his morning walk down the dirt trail through the lovely wood.  As he calls to the elements for the morning blessing, he feels the loving gentle touch of water already washed over him, his body takes the blessing, and he feels young again, asking to wind for the elegant touch and growth of the mind, he feels his hair gently blessed by the wind, feeling refreshed, he calls to earth asking for her strength and guidance… his feet bare, feel a seeming warmth from the dirt, as he walks in the morning light…looking up he ask for the blessing of fire, the warmth of heart and soul, feeling the suns gentle warmth as it lightens his face, he feels stronger.  Walking on, and after about a half hour of gentle meditation with the wood, he makes his way back to his simple hut made out of dead and fallen tree limbs, the simple hut a mere protection from the days and nights, and a place for him to find his soul and search the heavens… entering he smells the delicate hint of coconut in-scents he smiles feeling the warm atmosphere, going to the center of the room that is blessed by a simple bed of leaves, and in the center a circle of water stones that circle chard earth and wood, he raises his hand, gently feeling for the power within, he guides from his soul and works from his inner self outward till he feels the power of fire that comes from within, spark in his hands, pushing the energy, and drawing the connection of the wood to the element of fire, sparking a small fire that grows with intensity as the simple man closes his eyes, opening them again when he has a simple fire burning, the smoke gently pillowing up to the small hole in the roof.2

Walking over to the bed of leaves, the young man strips down to nudity, hanging his clothes on a hook formed from a sturdy branch, he lays down, on the simple bed, and begins to meditate…closing his eyes…3

I open them in a different reality, seeing the council around me, seven young men, all holding staffs, and cloaked in seven different colored robes, three shades of black, three shades of white, and one of total gray, I step to the circle, wearing my robes of gray as well, I step opposite of the other gray robe, we all bow our heads, calling forth the summon, our circle illuminates as  in the center eight strands of power form into a ball of energy, from this form ball, steps out a simple man, his power immense, as he forms in our reality, his body bare, but he has no genitalia, his body is strong and wide, and tall, his shoulders and arms muscular…his head stout, not having a head, he has no hair from head to toe, he is a man of pure muscle and power…from his toes up his body is covered in glyphs and magi symbols, all the way up to his head, the only part not covered in mystic symbols, his forehead simply ordained in a simple symbol of an M, the gold symbol is rounded, and the has a circle that almost forms around the M, except at the bottom, where the gold forms a line that encircles his head, the gold matching smoothly with his smooth white simple skin… he speaks as he lifts his head, and the power circle dissipates “ what has my clan have need for?”…with that, the scene fades into utter darkness….4

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TO BE CONTINUED …6