The Wild Flower Who Loved The Sun
Covered in snow the Light silver head, headed towards his home.
Lost for words, he bit his lips not wanting to cry out loud.
His only reason to live, was to become a Knight, the Emperor's only Knight. What kind of obsession this was, the young man didn't know himself.
Just one thing he knew,
"I will be a Knight even when the world changes, nothing can change my heart", that kind of a man Danning was.
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Danning, the first born child of the Northern Wind Dragon , he had lived thousands of years under the care of his father's clan.
He was ten when he started to prepare for his desired future. A future where he would be beside his mighty King. All those years he had just been waiting, waiting for the Knight's selection which took every nine thousand years, at the ascending ceremony.
"Danning, will you really be fine", Khasan spoke. His grandmother Khasan who had raised him far from his parents was a mother figure, the most special being in his world.
"Yes, I will be fine, don't worry grandma I will do my best".
To them he was a child who never played nor cried, who was barely alive, had now set out for the dream he have been living till this day.
"Will Danning really be okay out there?".
"Khasan, that child is of our kind, he'll be alright", Danning's grandfather says, as he pats his wife's back.
"Heavenly Emperor please protect our child".
This was the only way they could help him, give him their blessings in whatever he chooses or wants to do.
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"Oi lift those boards".
A busy day for tomorrows event, a celebration held for three days.
The ascending ceremony where Masters would become God's, a way of moving ranks, the process of how they do their things.
In those three days, many things were to happen, like a God who'd resign from his duties, or the souls would return back for mortality. Danning, just like any other had only three days to show the world what he was capable of.
"Next!"
"I am Danning from the Northern clan!"
"Number 9207, Next!"
The selections were still going on, out of nine thousand young men, a few hundred were chosen. What kind of test this was he thought, just then he heard his number being called.
"Number 9207!"
"Here! 9207!".
He stood there ready for whatever was to come, his long silver hair flowing along the wind. Nothing can stop him, from achieving his most desired goal.
"No 9207, proceed"
All eyes were set on him, ready to judge his capabilities. It was a chance where one must present their strength, and show them how helpful he would be if they were to be chosen. Just then he placed his hand on the holy land, almost whispering a word none expected him to.
"Heal".
"A gift of healing, what a blessing", the announcer comments.
It was not something a Knight was supposed to show. But that was enough to show what he was capable of. It was like he was challenging the crowd's and the God's. His presence...was annoying.
"What a rare sight", the Wind Master spoke.
"He would make a fine God", the Knights Leader says.
Without any further examination Danning who healed the broken land,
"Number 9207, Pass!"
was selected in just a minute with a very dramatic show.
"Father... I have been chosen!".