THE PATH BEGINS

I, Yugantar Heyerdahl have arrived in a small city in Japan to attend Kuou Academy in four weeks. I have unusual name because I have unusual parents. My mother (Her Name is Lavani) is manager of a tea plantation in the Sonitpur District of the Assam region of India, while my father (His name is Bjarne Heyerdahl). is form Norway and is ever traveling as an Archaeologist and Anthropologist. Seventeen years ago, he came to Assam on assignment studying the local history of the region which stretches back thousands of years. During this time, he met a beautiful 21 year old girl and they started a passionate affair, A year later, I was born.

Now my mothers father wanted make gruesome example of my father (who was 31 years old at the time). But when my Mom's father found out about the pregnancy, he was furious and wanted to visit all manner of punishment on Bjarne. However, Bjarne knew how to talk to people, even though eventually his assignment would be over and he would leave, Bjarne and my mother convinced my Grandfather that the situation could be worked out. This was done by passionate pleading and a large dowry (even though they weren't getting married). So Grandfather (owner of the tea plantation where my mother worked) put some of the money into the family business and the rest in the bank for my mother. Bjarne promised to send money every month after he left (which he did religiously). The fulfillment of this obligation left a slightly better opinion of my father with my mother's family, "At least he is responsible" they would say.

Because of my mixed heritage, I was always larger and stronger than the other children. Grandfather was a firm believer in defending oneself, So He had enrolled me in two types of fighting arts. The first was Muay Thai, the national sport of Thailand, with fast body crunching strikes with fists, feet, elbows, knees, most opponents won't last. The second is Kalaripayattu (Kerala), the worlds oldest martial art, in particular the use of the Kettukari (staff). Using staff and fist came naturally, by the time I was nine years old I ranked in the top ten in the Assam region for my age bracket. Then, as often happens in India, there began strife going along racial and religious lines, since I was mixed race child, there was some fear I could be a target for violence. So, arrangements were made to go live with my father . While I was sad to leave the only home I had known, I was exited to see the big wide world, My Grandfather said it was only temporary, but he was wrong, that was eight years ago.

It was several hours on a flight, then by truck on a dirt road to where my father was working on the edge of the Gobi Desert. Now my father visited me several times year, so he was no stranger, He was living with Nomadic tribesman, so there was no electronics, but I learned ride a horse, learn the basics of their language, and since they are decedents of Genghis Khan, fighting for them is part of life. After many sparring bouts with children and adults, the chieftain seemed impressed and I asked to his tent one night where gifted me a large axe. It had black blade and was on a 6ft pole. The Chieftain said that it belonged to his ancestors and that it was meant for me. this confused me, but I graciously accepted this gift and hid it from father.

The time in Mongolia was peaceful, But it did not last. After I turned 10, we left for Brazil, far up the Amazon for a study of the Primitive tribes there. This is where I lost innocence, where I came face to face with the black wings. My Father was off working, so I went fishing on river tributary about two miles from the village. After one hour, I see a man flying towards me on dark wings. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, I then heard a voice in my head, "get ready to dodge". Then a shaft of what appeared to be light landed on the sand next to me, I dodged the next two light-spears with relative ease. The dark winged man landed and politely introduced himself, " My name is Mastema and I am here to kill you ". Now you would think a 10 year old boy would be terrified, but I was calm and detached and replied with one word "why?" "Master Kokabiel has labeled you a threat". As readies a strike his light spear, my blood boils, my body bulges and contorts and I morph into a juvenile Were-tiger. I lunge at the very surprised Mastema and nearly removed his left arm which is now dangling by its ligaments. At the same time he hits my left leg, it burns but is still at about 80%. Mastema then panics and starts to fly away, the voice in my head says "call me forth", I call out "Boosted Gear" and now on my right arm I have red gauntlet with a green jewel, at the sight this Mastema panics, but blood loss from the nearly severed arm is slowing him down.

The voice from the gauntlet says "think about flying", and as I thought about flying wings sprouted from my back, but they were not feather wings. The voice says "I will handle the flying, you concentrate on shooting energy out of the Gauntlet" I take to the air, I aim at Mastema, then from the Gauntlet comes " boost, boost, boost". Just then I had a different instinct, not a voice, but a feeling, I then call out "Plasma Shot". A large searing ball of solid fire comes into being and starts overtake Mastema, when hits, his legs are gone and part of his wings are burnt and falls onto a sandbar like a stone.I land and look at him, he is still alive, I say to him, "I guess you are right,I am dangerous", at the end of my words, I kicked his dying body into the river, I commented to the Gauntlet, "I hope the Piranhas don't get sick". Laughter bursts forth from then Gauntlet, after which he states," I am Ddraig and this is the Longinus called the Boosted Gear, now young man let's get back to where you staying and have a long conversation about the Three Factions, Sacred Gears and Dragons".