Izazen the Viewer of the Spheres

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Chapter 3

Izazen was uncontrollably shivering at this point, the rain soaked into his
morale and ate at his resolve - but he wouldn't move. "A Tempest will always
embrace the air, even when it will not embrace himself." He could remember
his father bellowing the speech before the council, his emotionless black
eyes glaring down on his son like chips of onyx. "The air moves and bends
like a snake, caresses like a lover, and seizes you like chains - you will
think of leaving your essence behind for safety but you just as you cannot
leave your arm, you will stay." The words rattled in his mind as the rain
relentlessly assaulted his senses, trying to unbalance him as he attempted to
stay afloat in the darkening cloud. Miles below beyond range of hearing, the
Aryth Ocean was producing the elements of nature to test the dedication of
the Tempests' young but something wasn't right....or was it?

Like a milky sea, the cloud around him blackened quickly and sudden thin
silvery hues drove absolute horror through Izazen. His soaked feathers
tingled and began to fluster as the crackling of the air enveloped around
him. Tiny stabs of pain like a flailing whip lashed at his body, each surge
intensifying but he refused to leave. Half-crazed with a look of lunacy in
his eyes, the smell of his own burning feathers assaulted his nostrils.
Perhaps the air wanted him to die...the storm cloud held nothing back as the
lightning coursed over Izazen's body and despite his greatest efforts flying
just wasn't possible amongst the seizing pain. The world spun dangerously out
of control as his wings collapsed and he toppled through the cloud...but just
before exiting the cloud, his descent was halted. Hazily frustrated why death
wasn't coming, Izazen glimpsed at a crowd of beings among the cloud - jannis,
air elementals, zephyrs, and even greater things but blackness quickly
overtook him.

Awaking to the familiar sounds of crashing waves, a celebratory trumpet burst
any sense of painless rest as he opened his squinting eyes. The council and
his family were all present. His father was lividly shaking him despite his
small cries of pain, "You did it! None before has stayed that long and
survived a lightning storm - you defied death! We're so proud of you and.."
but he couldn't make out the rest. A deafening ringing filled his ears and
amongst the crowd he saw a wavering figure. Before he blacked out he read the
lips of the janni say "This isn't your home anymore."

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Chapter 2

A family at last, Izazen thought humorously to himself. The time had come
where the Master of the Planes taught Izazen to call upon his linked
companion, a fiesty janni that held a secret name - it was believed by a
janni that a name meant so much more and it would be withheld until a bond
was strong enough between them. Without a doubt this was the janni he had
seen before at his old home before he moved to the palace home of the Desert
King...but before he could ask the janni replied his own thoughts.

"I cannot tell you why now, or how, but we were meant to do great things
Izazen of the Tempests. Let us walk the path of Air together and you will
learn the truth along the way." Before Izazen could respond yet again, he
continued. "Besides, what fun is it if I tell you everything before it
happens? Your small mortal mind would probably unravel."

Izazen smirked at the sarcasm - it was the first of many times that his janni
made him laugh. The path of Air was slow at the start, mostly in waiting to
join the seekers of the Nexuns, but the wait had been entertaining and
fruitful for his teachings. There was never a dull moment with his janni and
he quickly become attached to his new family.

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Chapter 1

The arial laid dead at my feet - blood poured like a red fountain out the
back of his skull where his brain had vacated the premises. The winged angel
stood overly triumph over the carnage, the air elemental ominously hovering
with an alien disinterest despite the blood that spiraled around in his wake.
Only the janni stood surprised, looking at his master in mock surprise.
"Didn't think you had it in you....well, enough of it to survive that." With
a sarcastic smile I coughed lightly the pain, trying to hide my weakness
before the servitors who answered my whims. The villager wasn't much compared
to the rest but it was something, I kept telling myself - a path I must walk
and learn with each victory celebrated. And this path had little victories
lately.

Making my way back to the eye of the storm, the servitors made no noticeable
action to the victor's return - silence usually meant you were doing well it
seemed among this empty home. The Rhyme had seen him fit to begin his
training, the Riddle chimed in his approval but it was but a memory in
solitude. I felt like a lone rain cloud amongst the sky, seeking a fellow
storm but met with an eerie unnerving quiet calm breeze. Perhaps that was the
way he was meant to be, a path he was meant to walk. Perhaps the path was
meant to be walked alone....or maybe until he knew he couldn't move alone.

"Now you're getting it," my janni answered. "I told you to stop reading my
thoughts - they're called thoughts for a reason," I barked back but was
surprised by his answer. "Maybe it is time I look towards something for
aid.." I verbalized. The janni just stood in silence as well but I knew he
was eager to talk - he always was. "It is time I seek the greatest air
being...." I was looking at my janni for an answer but he just smiled.

"It's not like I'm giving you his name either, Izazen." Great, I thought,
more help that's not really help. He just winked in mental reply.

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