Listening to Amaimon's words Alexander said nothing, did nothing. He took in the information and focused. He recalled his original training session with Amaimon and his friends. He recalled the field at the foot of the mountain at which he practiced it. The cold wind rushing through his hair as he did so. He sharpened his ability to sense life. He could feel Amaimon's presence blazing strong as normal. He could feel thousands of lives miles and miles away from him as well. Removing any thoughts of chakra and physical energy Alexander fully dedicated his mind to focusing on the spiritual. The Yin. As Amaimon commanded he must undertake this with pure conviction alone. With his spiritual energy Alexander focused on the sensations he was feeling. And suddenly, in a moment of pure clarity, he became able to feel his own presence. A new level of awareness had awakened. He could feel his own life force. His eyes closed still and in uninterrupted meditation he could feel his own position and sense his own life force. His burned calmly. Similar to a calm ocean.
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Still focusing on his student's prescense, mind, location.
''Okay, now you must deattach.'' He said calm as ever. ''Picture yourself - Picture yourself walking - Picture yourself floating - Picture yourself watching us from a bird.''
''Okay, now you must deattach.'' He said calm as ever. ''Picture yourself - Picture yourself walking - Picture yourself floating - Picture yourself watching us from a bird.''
Amaimon's words came to him in his isolation. But it did not wake him from it. His words echoed as if he were in a box alone. Coming from multiple directions. Alexander understood his instructions clearly, however. Continuing to focus he could still feel his own presence. He continued to focus and began to picture where he was currently without opening his eyes or breaking his meditation. He tried to recall every detail. Every blade of grass beneath him. Amaimon in front of him. Suddenly and without warning Alexander saw himself in perfect clarity. Like he was staring at himself in a mirror. He could see behind him. He could see beneath him. But he was outside of his body. He could see his eyes still closed. He turned around. Behind him he saw Amaimon. All around he saw the terrain he had remembered. In perfect clarity. It wasn't a memory. Alexander could still sense life. He could still sense his own presence and Amaimon's. This definitely wasn't a dream or a simple memory. Alexander had left his own body.
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Amaimon taps the forehead of Alexander and his body falls lifelessly to the ground. Still breathing, however, the body lays within any sign of life.
Pivoting on his feet, Amaimon stares directly at Alexander. ''Right, this is the Greywalk. Indulge at your own needs. But for now, return to your body.''
This time his words did not echo. He could actually, from his spirit, hear Amaimon speak. In that way it confirmed it for Alexander. To depart from the Greywalk Alexander simply decided to reverse his actions. He recalled the black isolated meditative state he was in earlier and back to withdraw himself back toward it. And then from that state he simply broke the meditation. Opening his eyes again he found himself laying on the ground. His eyes darted around scanning his surroundings confirming everything that had transpired. He stood up yet again. His left arm grasping his right wrist to feel the physical and solid nature of it. A risky ability.
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''Right, Alexander. Meine fruende.''
Retrieving an item from his rucksack, he fetched out a totem. Totem was a big word, for it was, but actually just a little block of wood, with no incravings whatsoever. The only thing particular about it, was that it was made of Redwood, an everlasting tree of the old.
''This is a symbol of significence. It's up for you how to interpret it, or use it. Oh, and have this.''
He tossed a sheathed knife in a leather boiled coverage.
''You may now consider yourself an Elder within the House.''
Retrieving an item from his rucksack, he fetched out a totem. Totem was a big word, for it was, but actually just a little block of wood, with no incravings whatsoever. The only thing particular about it, was that it was made of Redwood, an everlasting tree of the old.
''This is a symbol of significence. It's up for you how to interpret it, or use it. Oh, and have this.''
He tossed a sheathed knife in a leather boiled coverage.
''You may now consider yourself an Elder within the House.''
Gaidar blitzed back when he sensed the changes in the air. "ALEX! OH MY GOD!" Gaidar was basically in tears. Fox tears? The world would never know really. Alexander simply winked toward him and turned back toward Amaimon. He shoo'd Gaidar off once again T_T.
"I bow my head as you honor me. I'll bring honor to the clan." Alexander gripped the knife and block of redwood. Like the coin, the feather, and the cloak of his Opening days Alexander would keep them close and hidden on his person. As reminders of his past and guidance for the future. These were not simple tokens. They were markings to him. Pieces of his past that would never leave him.