"Clap, Clap, Clap"
"Then a man comes out in his thirties with dark black hair and with a brown eyes wearing a black, embroidered robe with a dragon symbol."
"You dazzled me, boy, your thinking, the speed of your intuition, your conclusion, how did you quietly lure that wolf despite your fear and tension, I liked my boy."
Suddenly, Ryan turns surprising and worried at the same time, who you are, how I got out of there, did not help me if you were watching me from the beginning, it seems to you that you are one of the fighting artists. "
Hmm, beautiful, boy, your speed is to expect who I am, but how do you know that I did not help you from your opinion, this injury was in his head. "
This is something and the other thing, suddenly the atmosphere surrounding the man changes, how my year dares you to ask me, the man moves very quickly as if he moved Anya to appear in front of Ryan.
He grabs him from his shoulder and talks to him with a voice full of cold and prestige, kneeling, and he presses him with his aura as a combat artist.
Ryan insists on his teeth, and raises his head to look at him.
The two exchange the looks, then the man removes his hand from Ryan and speaks, I liked your will, boy, you did not fear my gala, as an artist, even though you are only human.
"So, boy, what do you think."
Ryan stares at the man, even though he did not love him, but he could not refuse, his family, his village, his neighbors and his friends all carry their lives, ambition and revenge exactly, he cannot give up this just because of his feelings of his own.
His dignity will be miserable, dreams he does not have, a life that ended when his family died, he lives for only one goal, revenge, revenge who did this with his family and his house will not be comfortable and will not close him with the eyelid as long as the actors are alive.
Silence prevailed between the two for a while, while Ryan's heart was beating heavily. The eyes of the mysterious man staring at him as if they were penetrating the depths of his soul, revealing all the pain and hatred he hides.
The man smiled lightly and said in a calm voice, but he was saturated with prestige:
"I see in you a flaming embers under the ashes ... All you need is the one who blows in it until it turns into a fire that devoured your enemies. My name is Kyleen, the master of the black dragon sect. We are not a large or famous sect, but we believe that the solid will is more important than blood or talent."
Ryan tanned his place, his feelings are wrestling inside. Kyleen's words penetrated his heart, but they also woke up with a strange fear, for fear that he would take an unintentionally path. However, he had no other choice.
With a low voice, but it is full of determination, Ryan replied:
"I will join you ... Just teach me how to become strong enough to tear all those who stole my life."
Kyleen laughed a short laugh, but she did not make any mockery, but something similar to satisfaction:
"Well done, this is the answer that I wanted to hear. But remember, boy ... Power is not a straight path. It is a maze, full of darkness, blood, betrayal. If your heart is not harder than steel, you will be crushed before you reach your goal."
Then he turned slowly, referring to the shadows behind him, as a narrow passage appeared between the trees, it was not present a few moments ago.
"Follow me. The beginning of your way begins tonight."
Ryan hesitated for a moment, turning behind towards the dark forest, towards the village, which no longer exists as a painful memory. Then he tightened his grip on his dilapidated sword, and smiled a faded smile full of bitterness.
"I no longer lose."
And behind the man walked, determining to ignite the fire of his revenge, whatever the cost of it ... he did not realize that this decision will change his fate forever, and that he will never return the same person who was.
Ryan Khalaf Kylene, his steps were initially hesitant, but something in the presence of that man made him unable to retreat. Darkness was increasing as a density as they were tied deep into the forest, until the moonlight would barely penetrate the wrapped branches. However, Kyleen seemed to knew every tree and every turn, walking with calm and confident steps, as if he was walking in his home.
An hour after silence, Kyleen suddenly spoke without turning away:
"Tell me, Ryan ... What made you stand in front of me stubbornly and say that you will not kneel?"
Ryan frozen for a moment, then he replied with a faint voice, but he is serious:
"Because I no longer have anything to lose. I pose to you or others will not be repeated from the departure. If I will die ... let him stand."
Kyleen stopped walking, and slowly turned to him. For a moment, Ryan felt that the air himself would freeze, and that the man's eyes were carrying a dark luster that swallows everyone who stares. Then he smiled a mysterious smile and said:
"Your answer is acceptable ... but remember, pride without strength is just an illusion. I will soon show you what it means to talk about pride in front of a combat artist."
They continued walking until they reached a small water schedule, which was reflected in the stars. Kyleen sat on a rock and pointed to Ryan to sit.
"Before you reach my sect, I have to see with my eyes if you deserve to present your name in front of them."
"What do you mean?" Ryan asked as an applied.
Kylene laughed at a slight, then removed a small black piece of stone that glows with red threads as if it were an unparalleled anthrax.
"This is the will of the will. It is not the body's strength test, nor the Mana ... but the heart. Hold it, and you will know."
Ryan extended his hand hesitantly, and as soon as he touched the stone, he felt a huge heat that penetrates his skin, sneaking directly to his veins, as if it was a fire trying to devour his soul from the inside. Press his teeth, tries not to scream, while his body trembles.
Kylien's voice was calm, but strict:
"If you leave the stone, I will not display your name to the sect. You will be just a passing way ... but if you hold up until the glow of the stone melts, I will recognize you as one of the black dragon candidates."
The sweat fell from the forehead of Ryan, whose fingers are eroding the heat of the stone, his eyes are reddish from the severity of the pain, but the image of his parents and the blood of his village did not leave him. He whispered to himself:
"I will not be weaker ... I will not be weaker ... I will burn everyone who did this."
He kept clinging to the stone until his glow was slowly, and finally he fully extinguished in his hands, turning into ashes falling with the wind.
Kylene looked at him with a little bit widespread eyes, as if something surprised him for a moment, then laughed lightly.
"Wonderful ... I was not wrong about you. Let's let us down, I have proven yourself."
Ryan stood up panting from fatigue, his burning palm bleeding a little, but he smiled a faded smile ... a smile carrying for the first time a feeling that he had put his foot on the path that might give him the strength that he has always been long.