06-27-2016, 04:32 PM
The second he stepped out of the house he felt......something? Familiar but far away, it was his gift, but he was not using it. She had said there were others, i guess deep inside he never really believed. He thought back to their meeting and the fight, no, he was sure Aria's father hadn't felt this way. Maybe he hadn't wielded this power, yes power was right.
Slowly he let it draw him like a compass pointing north. He gradually meandered thru the city til he noticed, yes.....the Kremlin. He was far away but could tell that was where the power was coming from, muted, like it was buried. A thought entered his head: If I can feel it, so can others!
Stopping at the bakery, to buy some bread, he wondered as close as he dared. In a little park he absent-minded (seemingly) threw small chunks of bread to the birds. His eyes stayed off the Kremlin, he was watching for hunters, even the biggest game hunters used dogs to follow a scent.
Manix knew not if this trip was fruitful, he needed to find Aria. Would she now try to kill him? Could he kill her? Whose damn side was she on?
Slowly he let it draw him like a compass pointing north. He gradually meandered thru the city til he noticed, yes.....the Kremlin. He was far away but could tell that was where the power was coming from, muted, like it was buried. A thought entered his head: If I can feel it, so can others!
Stopping at the bakery, to buy some bread, he wondered as close as he dared. In a little park he absent-minded (seemingly) threw small chunks of bread to the birds. His eyes stayed off the Kremlin, he was watching for hunters, even the biggest game hunters used dogs to follow a scent.
Manix knew not if this trip was fruitful, he needed to find Aria. Would she now try to kill him? Could he kill her? Whose damn side was she on?