<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/052/3/6/Water__by_heise.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Eckin Huang<br/>Age: 20<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Skills: Unknown<br/><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------</div><br/><br/><br/>Eckin Huang was wandering around at streets of Chinatown. His white long hair was neatly falling over his shoulders and swayed slightly when he walked. Lights were blinking, signs were slowly swinging around due to the soft breeze that ventured through the streets and the muffled voices of people that were having a conversation were heard everywhere. He couldnâ€™t figure out most languages, as most people werenâ€™t even Asian. There were a lot of tourists around this time of the year. Especially Europeans. Theyâ€™ve most likely heard of the celebration of the Chinese year of the Dragon. Eckin sighed softly and continued walking down the long street. The sun stood high and warm upon him. He just came back from school and was actually dead tired. He decided to stop by Roshi Zhange, the old man who he often helped in his shop, as he didnâ€™t want to go straight to home just yet.<br/><br/>While Eckin walked he was humming a Chinese song that had been stuck in his head for several days now. But he couldnâ€™t remind himself where or when he had heard it. His eyes trailed over the buildings. Most of them looked like modern Chinese temples or other historic buildings. Eckin continued walking and tried to make his way through the wave of people. When he finally passed them he looked over his shoulder and was relieved that he was finally passed that obstacle. He then looked around again and searched for the small side road where the old manâ€™s  shop was located. It was and had always been his favourite place since his fifth. The shop was filled with different ancient Chinese artefacts and in the back there was this staff. Roshi had told him a lot of stories about it being from the Monkey King. Whoevers it was, it was a beautiful piece of art and weaponry.<br/><br/>After a while Eckin arrived at a shop with the sign The Wishing Glass. This was it.  He opened the door and heard the all too familiar chiming of the doorbell.  He grinned when he heard the manâ€™s greetings. But like always, heâ€™d wait patiently until Roshi had time for him. It looked like he was currently restoring a scroll. He watched the old man getting up and moved from behind his desk and then the look on his face as he saw that it was him. â€œI guess something just keeps drawing me here.â€ Eckin replied with the same amused smile on his lips. But it soon fainted. â€œIs it that obvious?â€ He asked as he heard the man noticing that he looked troubled.<br/><br/>Roshi was someone who had always been kind to him. He was a great support for Eckin. He watched the elder man hobble to the front door where he turned the sign and locked the door. Then he nodded in reply to what the man said and made his way to the back where he sat down on the couch that he had been sitting down since the first day that he started to help Roshi out. As he was waiting for the manâ€™s return he was staring at the staff that was hanging above the mantelpiece. He actually only called it a staff because Roshi told him that it was one. But if just looked like a decorated wooden stick to him.<br/><br/>Before he could answer the old manâ€™s question he started to hear something. It sounded like music, but it was too loud to come from the shop. Eckin frowned slightly and looked around for the source of it. When he couldnâ€™t find the source of it he tried to indicate what exactly it was. It sounded Chinese, that was something that was for sure. Soon the sound came from everywhere and cleared his head from all other outside sounds. It was surprisingly calming. His eyes then slowly got drawn to the decorated wooden staff. It was starting to illuminate a golden colour while the others in the room seemed to dim. Soon there was nothing else but the illuminating mysterious stick for Eckin anymore. Without thinking about it or actually controlling it, he stood up. It was as if the object was calling for him. As if it wanted him to approach.<br/><br/>When Eckin stood in front of the mantelpiece he reached for the decorated glowing stick. There was a slight hesitation before he took a hold of the ancient object. He then stood there with the stick in his hands and staring at its illuminating light while there was nothing else but the object and the music that were running through his thoughts. The rest around him had fainted into the darkness. It was as if everything was paused but him. .