This spot shall be perfect... From his path of wishing to help the helpless, means he wishes to improve his capabilities to do so. While he's sure he'll do well in the competition he has now entered, he must practice some spells and ensure that it's somewhere where no one else can see him. Not to add from hearing the judges or more specifically from Baratheon there's a certain someone around here right now... He feels he should be bothered about on how Bara let that damned beast enter a contest, then again it may be hard for him to realize since he said the beasts full name to him. That and really he won't view it as ambiguous for Bara to possibly be keeping the personal and business matters far away from each other. As infuriated as he is with that beast though for what he did to him, he may not be ready to take him on yet. Not to add while he probably won't be doing the tricks he needs to do for the contest here that would lead to him hiding to avoid others stealing ideas, it's really better that the beast is still in the dark about his Magick since he seemed unaware of how his Budge did things to him and so that's why he's in a pretty closed off small tunnel in the wall in Polaris, perched on a rock that's on the ground, with another rock closeby that's left unattended, while he waits his turn in the contest. He heard how that wolf Rinaotei is in one too and while he would ask her to take Mosi on, she said she hates violence so the Wrestling won't be her forte... Whatever look to the future in regards to that beast for now... Time to train right here and right now! Let's do it!

He closed his eyes a bit in eagerness to begin training his Magick, but then... What? It felt like he just lost his balance for a second, opening his eyes in wonder what just happened to see that somehow he's closer to the wall in this small room of the cave still on the same rock. He doesn't recall moving or the rock... He turns around to see that, the rock that was left unattended on the spot he is now on, is now on the spot where he was originally... That's a new one... A new Spell? That'll help with this path big time! Who knows? Maybe a part of the world is trying to help him with his 'task' that he's getting all these Spells so quickly!

Although it is going over his head... Why is it that the world allows ones like Mosi to do the things he does and generally allow the helpless ones to be tortured and not allowed a damn chance to prevail. And yet it's allowing him to have all these spells so quickly, it's so confusing... Maybe it's a force that's not the blasted world, perhaps whatever this force is agrees with how he thinks 'screw Social Darwinism' and is assisting him in a way and is telling him to go through this path. Why don't others do it too? Is it that much of a ambiguous topic to discuss or do others just don't care? Why though?! He looks on in the bitterness and sees a tiny pebble close by, slightly wishing to perform a Spell on it to preoccupy his mind while thinking these things, even if these things are plaguing his head, he shouldn't slack off from training.

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Damnit... Why isn't it floating?! Damn this world! Giving this power and then it just vanishes when you least expect it! It's rubbing it in! He will do something about this issue that is here in these caves! Social Darwinism is such a problem here seriously!

He regains his cool... For now, he should stop slacking off. At least since that annoying screw up has rendered him in a mood again, he's going to take this training more seriously now, his bitterness returned makes him more determined to do this correctly. First things first though... He needs to learn the source of how the rocks moved... Perhaps for well... 'kill two birds with one stone', even though he really shouldn't think it that way he is a bird. Whatever... Just use Hindsight to see what happened, at least he's using a spell after all so it isn't an ambiguous thing on whether or not he's actually training his Magick... He just hopes no one came around when his eyes were closed... Hopping off his perch and putting his wing out to touch the rock, and putting all the stops to ensure that a Spell works this time. It better... One failure is mood killing enough, another just sounds like an utter pain...

He tries a the Spell with his eyes closed to see he has a clear view of the memories... He thinks he sees something... There's a... Mountain thing with a close up imagery of a rock... Is that the rock in question? How did it get here? This isn't a mountain? And how does this help him anyway? He tries to claw the rock with his talons to see if he gets a memory view of when he does that. It's going to be hard with his eyes closed... OK... Up,.. He lifts one of his talons and plants it on what he thinks is the rock and slowly cuts at it to give the rock a scratch mark...

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Ow! What the hell?! He opens his eyes back up and sees he has scratched his wing and not the rock! Losing his balance he falls on his back. Good thing no one is around, this is pitiful, but what was that memory all about... Wait... Don't tell me... Was what he saw just a daydream?! He realises now that he never saw the memories, the Spell failed! ...Twice!

Damnit... AGAIN!

He swears this world is utterly mocking him! Probably on how he tries to change something it has decided... He doesn't care! What he has seen is utter injustice! And those who are considered 'King Of The Castle' who believe they can do whatever they want will pay dearly & learn their lesson surely! The 'world' doesn't revolve around them, so why is it doing that!? Why does he need to deal with such a ambiguous world?! Just use another Spell! His Magick bubbles up rather strongly from his amplified resolve that the Magick could make a crack from his gem and leak out... But he doesn't care he will allow something to work for once for him!

That's when from the whole room could be heard was all the things he was thinking angrily in his mind about how awful the world is... Alright... A success for once... OK he has all that off his chest and his Magick seems to be behaving now. Alright he must be angered on how Mosi is here right now and in his current state there isn't much he can do now to fight him. Not to add he really isn't sure about starting drama in an event... Especially with how some there besides Mosi do know him...

His mood is still sour, but all that vented out anger is finally out the way so... Back to work... Thinking it'll be easier to just read the memories or conclude what happened by picking the rock up, he puts both his wings around it like he was trying to keep a lone egg warm... Putting some pressure on the tip of his feathers, he tries to pull it off to find it won't budge... He doesn't think it's ambiguous on whether or not the rock is too heavy for him... Looking down though he sees that it's indented a little on the ground... Weird he was sure it loose and not stuck at all... Thinking that in spite that he's certain that it unknowningly moved by itself and yet is more confused on how it's stuck to the ground. Whatever he'll learn what came of this rock is he just uses Hindsight again. First though, since it won't budge with physical strength then he'll use the Spell Budge instead.

Here we are... that's more like it... Looks like the Magick is cooperating now finally. Let's hope it stays that way even when he uses Hindsight... Man though this contest should be good fun and yet he's too mad how Mosi is here. His mood will probably improve if Mosi loses though. Heh... He better lose.

He feels drained right now... He really should reserve Magick for the contest. Then again it seems it's gonna be a while for his turn so if he perhaps takes a break beforehand and not be at this until he gets asked to come down then it may not be that much of a issue. It's ambiguous though if he'll actually choose to do the former. Right now though he really needs to know what happened to this rock. Putting the rock back down to the ground with Budge and again placing the tip of his wing on the rock again, closing his eyes in concentration for the clear memories...

OK... Nothing and now his head hurts... Getting annoyed again he presses on the rock like it would help in making the Spell work. Sadly the rock gets pushed into rolling from the pressure and he loses his balance... This time falling on his front, straight for the rolling rock. Wait he just stopped even though his beak never landed. That's cool! ...Wait, he looks up and oh lovely... The sharp ends of his gem pierced into the rock and the rock is now stuck on it. Great... May lay off Hindsight, it just doesn't want to work with him.

The young bird's spell didn't completely fail but instead the magic lashed out into the landscape around him, powerful, but far too powerful for such a tiny body. The headache he first felt will blossom tenfold and with the surge of late magic erupting it will leave Albeon feeling drained, unable to move for a few minutes while his body builds back its reserves of magicka but during this time of immobility memories will come... Memories that are far too strong, far too powerful.

His mind is sent back to the past, back to when Polaris was erupting with hot fire and violence. In this time period Albeon will look around with eyes that are not his own. With these eyes he will see everything with crystal clear sharpness but everything seems to be overlaid in a red hue. He can feel the mouth that is not his own erupting with a powerful roar. He can feel himself lifting off the ground with wings that are far more massive than his own as he powers towards a huge black beast, a dragon of epic proportions. It is filling the room with fire while he goes straight towards it, fearless.

In an instant he is blasted back with a wave of fire. Pain of burns erupts all over Albeon's body in the past and in the present, he is being scorched. In the past he can feel himself trumpeting a roar again as he charges up a spell... but the spell is far too powerful, far too much for his body. He feels a blast erupting not from his mouth as intended but from his eye, his left eye. The pain is enough to cause the one he is spying on to faint with the pain of losing the eye.

Then in an instant, Albeon is back as himself. Staring at the environment of the current Polaris free of the great black dragon and the burning fire. Albeon himself is unharmed but his body will feel as though he has suffered the injuries of the creature in the past.

@Albeon

He was trying to pull off the rock that's stuck on his gem. But he often got hesitant, when it felt like that he was going to accidently rip his gem off his head from pulling so hard, he doesn't know what becomes of a Gembound when they lose their Gem, but he doubts it'll be good. He was so preoccupied in this task, that he never realized about the sudden change in things. That is until his headache really started to flare up as it came with a vengeance, it was a tension headache for a bit at first, as the negative tension was only collected on the right side of his head, but it eventually spread over to his left side too. He didn't have time for this, why must the world mock him?! Albeon started to tightly clench at he sides of his head with his wings in response to the pain, the best his eyes can remain open is with squinting before he quickly closes them tight again. Stop being so weak... Get...Back...To...Work... His head now feels like it was on the verge of bursting, dare he thinks the better term would be exploding... So much by reflex and from feeling weak by the pain, he rather abruptly fell on his side, the force when he landed to the ground was enough to knock the rock off his gem as the sounds of it rolling away against the ground echoed in the small silent room, completely unacknowledged now. Damnit... What now? Is that beasts doing? Has he found me here?

At first things in Albeon's mind were silent in hopes of easing the pain after his bitter thoughts were gone, then he heard what sounded like a explosion! There is someone here! And he thinks he can feel shockwaves too... He sees the clearer image, and frantically tries to look around of what in the world is going on, but the place looks he's still in Polaris. But he'll see that he can't seem to properly control his eyes for some reason, but what he does see is a storm of fire everywhere and black smoke covering the ceiling and the lanterns which block out the light... A storm of flames so strong that you couldn’t open your eyes fully and yet he could for some reason but if he had control of them he would try to close them a little, the flames merciless on Albeon's usually small body, but he sees it now... This body isn't his, not to add it is layered with this colourblind eyes, the colour of blood which makes the red flames strainful to look at doubly so... And although he couldn't see it himself, he's sure he has seen this body before! No doubt about it! But besides that and the fire he also sees another thing which are bodies, bodies and more bodies. It was a pile of bodies littered as far as the eye could see. And they didn't look to be in peace, all of the still bodies and the frantic moving one, expressions filled with pain & pure terror. It was like a graveyard, and a battlefield... It reminds him of Canis his birthplace which he swore he'd never return to... He then hears the container that he has no control release a mighty roar... A one so loud and this in general atmosphere that back in the present, he felt shivers being sent down his spine, he can feel it in all of his bones too actually. He feels himself lifted into the air, while he could fly himself this take off just felt so powerful that the pressure from the wind hurt a bit. And that's when he saw it, a dragon... He has met Baratheon, but this one just looks so different from him, it looked red but it seemed to have a twinge of black in it too... It's hard to tell his vision is colourblind for some reason right now. And then the body that is ambiguous on whether or not it truly was his, lunged straight at this dragon, something his mind didn't choose at all. His beak clenches in the present over of what may go down...

Being thrown back unable to do anything by the overwhelming flames, in the present he lets out a loud hiss of pain from the flames this dragon breathes out in the past which sears this new body. Shivering again in the present, when another mighty roar came and he feels the immense amount of power he doesn't possess in the present. Even though this was just a horrible looking disaster, the amazing power he feels inside of this new body is just so amazingly overpowering! But what seemed to be intended to be aimed at this beast, it appears some failing rebound happened instead as the eye was hit with the consequences of this almighty power. It almost feels like his eye was burned and plucked out manually afterwards... The red vision of this new body starts to go black. A compliation of other images went through his head that lasted so fast. Then he snapped his eyes back open, he sees that one of his wings is tightly clenching around the left side of his head... Where he thought he lost an eye and damn it still hurts. Not to add that when he returned to the present, he could hear from himself a a yell that just finished, which indicates he has been screaming in the horror of things. He would conclude that whole entire footage he just seen as 'nightmare' but he was still feeling in pain even if he was in one piece says otherwise... Who was that, that he was apart of though? He's sure he's seen someone like that before, even if he couldn't see the face...

Still that was Polaris once? He thought he had seen everything in Canis... But perhaps not. This whole ordeal will be on his mind for a long while, might as well take a proper break now, breathing heavily. Although he does wonder how that happened there...

He's still on the ground trying his best to ease the pain that is everywhere around his body... Hell he could even feel the pain on the tip ends of his feathers. He feels he should be immensely angry for the world allowing something like that to take place, but now there's... Nothing, he feels just hollow right now. Probably from the shock of it, it was horrifying to see and he has completely been drained of all emotions, really that scream he had might as well have been his soul... It was that horrifying, worse than the thing with Canis & Mosi. And it was sudden too, perhaps if he processes them all, which won't be hard he has this obnoxious natural good corvid memory so those images are going to be flashing in his head for a very long time. He's sure that when he lets the images sink in a bit more and he recovers from the pain that his emotions will come back to him and his bitterness will sadly come back tenfold. Hopefully anyway, perhaps not on the bitterness though.

Until then he's not going to be moving for a while he's staying right on this ground his eyes half-lidded from the pain & exhaustion just being officially done right now, the adit for this room is small so no one large can reach him right now that could be a threat, such as that bastard Mosi. There is a pebble in front of him, and it's just a eyesore sight now in his line of vision. Still refusing to move one bit he decides to make one final attempt at practicing Magick before letting himself to just lie there completely still, apathetic to the things around him whilst recovering from his pain, till the competition starts. Let's just use Budge to flick it out the way...

It's out the way now good... Now just stay here for a little bit. He still wonders how in the world did that happen. He was sure that Hindsight failed on him... Who the hell cares...? Just lay there Albeon...

Lying on the side on a rocky ground is now just making his face hurt even more, he doesn't have time for this, he very slowly turns his body so he's lying on his back, both wings out. The shift in movement causes his scarf to be shifted upwards in the air for a bit until it flailed back down, eventually draping over Albeon. Golden sand fabric material, is now making a small pile on his still small avian body, with the azure wing pattern that shall be closest thing Albeon shall see of the blue skies and the waltzing clouds by the dancing of the wind, that is at the end of the scarf is now sitting on top of his chest feathers, completely visible for all the eye can see if one did come over here and stood over Albeon. He's not going to bother to move aside, doesn't want to it's warm anyway so why would he want to?

He just stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, expression and thoughts completely hollow. His mood is pretty much that right about now, he feels nothing all except for this numb awareness that is settled in comfortably in his heart. That numbness is right now the proprieter of everything in Albeon's thoughts. Oh... Look, there's a large rock on the ceiling that looks loose if it falls it'll land right on him... Wouldn't want that now would we? Wouldn't hurt to try that new one again, could make a rock that's just as hollow as he is right now switch over, it's light so it won't hurt him very much. Lucky rocks... When they're hollow they feel light, no weight added to them whatsoever, when he feels hollow the weight he feels from it mentally is utterly crushing. Very lucky bastards... Concentrating on the rock with his Magick that is directly above him and pictures in his head a rock that is very light weighted. Now he could just move out the way, but he doesn't want to.

The images of the current rock and a different shaped rock were flashing in between, till it changed to this new one, light weighted probably... Not that it matters looks like the Spell made it a little more stuck to the ceiling. Well now though, looks like picturing the one you want actually works it could help in the contest. Just stay here and practice more Spells on the side, even if his headache and everything still hurts.

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