Post by Sabika on May 11, 2016 12:13:14 GMT
Thoughts and emotions swirled around Sabika's mind, like a vortex tearing up the landscape leaving only devastation in it's wake. The last few days had been hectic to say the least, fueling the mental state of the Dragon Clan Namekian. Only a few days earlier he was trapped inside a magical prison, resigned to the fact that he would never escape. Then, unexpectedly, a passerby happened to accidentally free Sabika from his cell. A human by the name of Ayumu, a kind individual, if not a little strange.
Ever since his freedom, Sabika had felt a weight of guilt on his shoulders. He couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility in regards to stopping Halzun. At least when he was trapped in Halzun's jug, he felt as though he was serving his punishment. Now he was free, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, that he was free to enjoy his life whilst countless others lay dead at the hands of Halzun. He had to do something about it, but what exactly could he do? Halzun was nowhere to be found, even is Sabika could find his fission mate, he couldn't exactly stop him. Halzun was far stronger and a more capable fighter, afterall he spent the last decade roaming around wherever he pleased, killing indiscriminately. Meanwhile Sabika had languished inside the magical pot prison.
Almost subconsciously, Sabika's feet carried him across the Namekian landscape, retracing his steps from a few days prior. His brow furrowed by a combination of worry and deep thought. He needed to clear his mind, he couldn't think straight. Every time he tried to answer one of his own questions, several more popped up. Like a stack of dominoes, his mind was collapsing in on itself.
Without even realising it, Sabika found himself back at the exact place he was when he was released. His mind momentarily snapped out of its downward spiral when he stepped onto something hard. Under his feet were the remains of the clay jug that had been his prison for over a decade. With its form shattered, the magic that had held him in place had completely dissipated. Now it was just a plain old broken jar, indistinguishable from any other. Yet to Sabika it meant so much more. Tears began to pool in the corners of his eyes, all the feeling came rushing back to him. The sense of horror as he watched innocent people slaughtered in front of his face, the feeling of helplessness as he was trapped and unable to help. The hopelessness he felt after his failed escape attempt. All of it hit him, all at once.
Like a wave, the worries from earlier on washed over his mind, causing the Namekian to drop to his knees. It wasn't just Halzun being on the loose that was worrying him. Shortly after his escape, Sabika had learned that Namek itself had been destroyed. At first he hadn't believed it, or maybe he just couldn't accept it. Yet everyone he spoke to confirmed the same story, albeit with some of the details changed. While nobody could agree on exactly who or what had destroyed the Namekian home world, they all agreed it had been destroyed. Somehow it had returned, along with the lives of all the Namekians that had died along with the planet. Nobody could be sure exactly how, everyone Sabika spoke to assumed it was the Dragonballs. Then again, anything that was difficult to explain, was always attributed to those magical balls by Namekians.
The Dragon Clansman pushed himself back to his feet, his hands leaning on the broken pot beneath him. His fingers found the neck of the jug, it was now a ring that was smooth on one side and jagged on the other from where it broke away from rest of the jug. He scooped up the ring, holding it in his palm. It looked so different now, so small and insignificant. Yet, not that long ago, it was the insurmountable obstacle. It was the glimpse of the outside, teasing Sabika with a taste of Freedom he might never have found.
Once more he felt the pull on his body, forcing he feet into a walk once more. Closing his hand into a fist, he kept a tight grip on the clay ring, though he didn't know why. Slowly pacing across the Namekian plain, Sabika soon found himself approaching an Ajissa forrest.
His thoughts moved on to the people of Moori City, the once great capital of Namek. Named after the founding Guru, it was a source of great pride amongst all Namekian, Dragon or Warrior Clan. Now it was gone. At least that's what he had heard. Some great battle raged at the capital not that long ago, the results or combatants weren't known, but the outcome for the city was disastrous. He couldn't imagine the number of people that had died that day, how many must have been injured. Even the survivors must have lost everything, their homes, their belongings, their friends.
A shadow passed over Sabika, pulling him away from his thoughts. He had made his way into the Ajissa forrest, he was surrounded by the magnificent trees. Instantly he felt his worries subside, not completely gone, but now they were much quieter. He took a deep breath, absorbing as much of the trees as he could. A slight scent filled the air, pushed around by the gentle breeze that rustled the branches and leaves. There was no better place to clear your mind than an Ajissa Forrest. Planted by Namekians long past, the place just made Sabika feel rejuvenated.
It was hard to explain with words, sure the trees were beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a sort of spiritual connection between Namekians and the Ajissa. Sabika had spent some time contemplating exactly what it was that made the Ajissa so important, back when he was training to become a priest. In the end he couldn't come up with anything of any significance. His best guess, was that because Namekians spent so much of their time planting and tending to the trees, it helped harbour some sort of familial bond. Even that didn't really sum it up. Afterall why would a Namekian start planting Ajissa before they had formed the bond?
As Sabika strode further and further into the forrest, he felt a sense of soothing peace grow within him. For the first time since he escaped his pottery prison, he smiled.
A small rocky outcrop came into view, it was perfect for what Sabika had in mind. He carefully climbed up the side, before sitting down cross legged on the top.
Slowly, Sabika took in a deep breath. His heart rate began to slow and he closed his eyes. The Namekian focused his mind, concentrating on nothing, forcing all of his fears to fade away completely. His senses retracted, he was no longer fully aware of the world around him, yet his subconscious continued to listen for approaching danger.
With his mind completely clear, without thought or emotion, Sabika entered a deep meditation. Entering the Ajissa forrest was only a temporary fix for his mental state. As soon as he would leave, it would all come flooding back. He needed to resolve his issues, and the best way he knew how to do this? Meditation.
Ever since his freedom, Sabika had felt a weight of guilt on his shoulders. He couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility in regards to stopping Halzun. At least when he was trapped in Halzun's jug, he felt as though he was serving his punishment. Now he was free, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, that he was free to enjoy his life whilst countless others lay dead at the hands of Halzun. He had to do something about it, but what exactly could he do? Halzun was nowhere to be found, even is Sabika could find his fission mate, he couldn't exactly stop him. Halzun was far stronger and a more capable fighter, afterall he spent the last decade roaming around wherever he pleased, killing indiscriminately. Meanwhile Sabika had languished inside the magical pot prison.
Almost subconsciously, Sabika's feet carried him across the Namekian landscape, retracing his steps from a few days prior. His brow furrowed by a combination of worry and deep thought. He needed to clear his mind, he couldn't think straight. Every time he tried to answer one of his own questions, several more popped up. Like a stack of dominoes, his mind was collapsing in on itself.
Without even realising it, Sabika found himself back at the exact place he was when he was released. His mind momentarily snapped out of its downward spiral when he stepped onto something hard. Under his feet were the remains of the clay jug that had been his prison for over a decade. With its form shattered, the magic that had held him in place had completely dissipated. Now it was just a plain old broken jar, indistinguishable from any other. Yet to Sabika it meant so much more. Tears began to pool in the corners of his eyes, all the feeling came rushing back to him. The sense of horror as he watched innocent people slaughtered in front of his face, the feeling of helplessness as he was trapped and unable to help. The hopelessness he felt after his failed escape attempt. All of it hit him, all at once.
Like a wave, the worries from earlier on washed over his mind, causing the Namekian to drop to his knees. It wasn't just Halzun being on the loose that was worrying him. Shortly after his escape, Sabika had learned that Namek itself had been destroyed. At first he hadn't believed it, or maybe he just couldn't accept it. Yet everyone he spoke to confirmed the same story, albeit with some of the details changed. While nobody could agree on exactly who or what had destroyed the Namekian home world, they all agreed it had been destroyed. Somehow it had returned, along with the lives of all the Namekians that had died along with the planet. Nobody could be sure exactly how, everyone Sabika spoke to assumed it was the Dragonballs. Then again, anything that was difficult to explain, was always attributed to those magical balls by Namekians.
The Dragon Clansman pushed himself back to his feet, his hands leaning on the broken pot beneath him. His fingers found the neck of the jug, it was now a ring that was smooth on one side and jagged on the other from where it broke away from rest of the jug. He scooped up the ring, holding it in his palm. It looked so different now, so small and insignificant. Yet, not that long ago, it was the insurmountable obstacle. It was the glimpse of the outside, teasing Sabika with a taste of Freedom he might never have found.
Once more he felt the pull on his body, forcing he feet into a walk once more. Closing his hand into a fist, he kept a tight grip on the clay ring, though he didn't know why. Slowly pacing across the Namekian plain, Sabika soon found himself approaching an Ajissa forrest.
His thoughts moved on to the people of Moori City, the once great capital of Namek. Named after the founding Guru, it was a source of great pride amongst all Namekian, Dragon or Warrior Clan. Now it was gone. At least that's what he had heard. Some great battle raged at the capital not that long ago, the results or combatants weren't known, but the outcome for the city was disastrous. He couldn't imagine the number of people that had died that day, how many must have been injured. Even the survivors must have lost everything, their homes, their belongings, their friends.
A shadow passed over Sabika, pulling him away from his thoughts. He had made his way into the Ajissa forrest, he was surrounded by the magnificent trees. Instantly he felt his worries subside, not completely gone, but now they were much quieter. He took a deep breath, absorbing as much of the trees as he could. A slight scent filled the air, pushed around by the gentle breeze that rustled the branches and leaves. There was no better place to clear your mind than an Ajissa Forrest. Planted by Namekians long past, the place just made Sabika feel rejuvenated.
It was hard to explain with words, sure the trees were beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a sort of spiritual connection between Namekians and the Ajissa. Sabika had spent some time contemplating exactly what it was that made the Ajissa so important, back when he was training to become a priest. In the end he couldn't come up with anything of any significance. His best guess, was that because Namekians spent so much of their time planting and tending to the trees, it helped harbour some sort of familial bond. Even that didn't really sum it up. Afterall why would a Namekian start planting Ajissa before they had formed the bond?
As Sabika strode further and further into the forrest, he felt a sense of soothing peace grow within him. For the first time since he escaped his pottery prison, he smiled.
A small rocky outcrop came into view, it was perfect for what Sabika had in mind. He carefully climbed up the side, before sitting down cross legged on the top.
Slowly, Sabika took in a deep breath. His heart rate began to slow and he closed his eyes. The Namekian focused his mind, concentrating on nothing, forcing all of his fears to fade away completely. His senses retracted, he was no longer fully aware of the world around him, yet his subconscious continued to listen for approaching danger.
With his mind completely clear, without thought or emotion, Sabika entered a deep meditation. Entering the Ajissa forrest was only a temporary fix for his mental state. As soon as he would leave, it would all come flooding back. He needed to resolve his issues, and the best way he knew how to do this? Meditation.