-- 1 year later --
Dyn was sweating, his breath was heavy, his heart was pounding, and his eyes were. . . shut? Dyn was meditating or concentrating on inhaling that sweet air. He had been doing so for the past few months, every time he inhaled it in a continuous cycle, he could feel the energy coursing through his body. He could feel how he got more and more powerful with every breath he took. He could already break through the wooden bars of his crib with his bare hands and walk on his own, all thanks to this air. Dyn didn't know what it was. He didn't want to know. All he needed was to get stronger, so he could protect himself from people like his birth mother.
Dyn inhaled one last time before letting the energy slip out of him. Boy was he tired. He just needed to take a na. . .
Dyn awoke from his nap to his father picking him out of his crib. He didn't know how long he'd been out, he just knew that he was hungry. Extremely hungry. The air would make him powerful for a short time while he focused on breathing it in but once he released that energy, only a small amount would stay inside of him. He would only do one session every day because it took a lot of energy out of him and he didn't want his new parents to throw him out on the street like his birth mother did. His father took him into the kitchen and fed him some milk before taking him outside. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the annoying chickens that their neighbor kept were clucking. It was a great day for some training. His father usually took Dyn with him to work because it seemed like his mother was unable to bring him with her. Dyn was fine with it though, in the past year, he'd really gotten to know his father. He was even starting to pick up on some common phrases that his father would say and their meanings. For example, his father was head of the guards inside of their little town/castle/village thing. Therefore his father would train the guards how to wield their weapons, namely swords and bows. His father had a certain line that he really liked to say when training. Shuclangmatrushtunrurumashu. Dyn believed that this specific piece of gibberish meant faster. . . or harder, he still hadn't found enough cases to where he could differentiate between the two words. Dyn still liked to watch his father teach the guards though. Sometimes, when he thought his father wasn't watching him, he would stand up and mimic the moves the guards were using. He didn't have a sword, but sometimes there would be small sticks on the table that his father usually set him on.
Today was no different. Dyn's father took him to the same table and sat him down. He then left to train the guards. Dyn didn't try to change up his routine either, he stood up right after his father left and began mimicking the moves that the guards were moving. There was no stick today, however, so Dyn just did the best with what he had. . . his hands. Dyn was so caught up in the motions that he was doing that he didn't even realize the warmth that was beginning to rise from his abdomen. The warmth continued up through his chest and slowly moved towards his arms. The movements that he was currently mimicking were some sort of fist techniques. The energy built up in his hands, and softly but firmly exited his palms. The force was by no means small or soft when it left his hands though. A nearby sapling was uprooted and sent flying towards his father. Dyn still hadn't noticed what had happened at this point. His eyes had long since closed and he was feeling the energy that was moving inside him as he executed the techniques. He noticed that he was able to influence the direction that it travelled with just his thoughts. He directed it to his head, noticing that his thoughts became much clearer, he began directing it to his feet but right at the moment it reached them, a pair of muscular arms picked him up, breaking his trance.
His father stared into Dyn's small eyes, noting the intelligence that seemed to wink out at the sight of him. Dyn was panicking, his father was never supposed to see him doing the moves. Dyn still didn't know what was going on with his new life but he certainly didn't feel like sharing his discoveries with his new family just yet. He'd already been betrayed once, he didn't feel like having it happen again. He started crying. He'd avoided it for a year but he was getting uncomfortable with the amount of staring that was happening at that moment. His father, seemingly reluctantly, put him back in his carrier and went back to his training. What Dyn didn't see, was his father picking up the sapling and placing it behind a training dummy.
A couple hours later, Dyn and his father returned home. Dyn's father placed Dyn back down in his crib and walked out of the room wordlessly. Dyn could hear his parents talking in the other room but the language barrier still existed so he didn't know what they were talking about. He did know one thing though, the use of his inner energy really tired him out. Dyn didn't even have time to close his eyes before he had fallen asleep.