<strong>Name:</strong>Zarik Xambria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300764.msg14711544#msg14711544)<br/><strong>Time/ Day:</strong>Ten minutes until Midnight, New Year's Eve. 1999.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Playpen (Rooftop Fight Club Sydney Australia)<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Dragon Spirit<br/><hr/><br/>Tension, the best feeling in the word. That time leading up to the fight. The fight was the euphoric climax, but the fun was in the journey.  The weeks and days leading up to the fight. The training, the waiting, every thing that led to the big finish. Fighting was much like sex. You prepare for a date, go over every last detail, then you spend hours agonizing over what to wear, going over every line in your5 head. All to lead up to 6-8 hours enjoyment. The joy is in the journey, ending in climax. After that its time to start it all again.<br/><br/>Seven minutes till the bell. Zarik had trained for this moment. He had fought his way up from unknown  boxing fights to underground clubs. Now it was a fight in a named arena. At least as named as an underground fighting arena can get.  He stretched starting with legs and moving up. 5 minutes to stretch 2 minutes to let the tensions rise.  He cracked his neck. He stripped down to his shorts and the leather pauldron that had coined him a nickname in the underground. Among the fans he was called Medieval. His style was brutal yet refined. He showed no mercy even when the blood flowed from either side. It was almost time.<br/><br/><strong>10<br/>9<br/>8<br/>7</strong><br/><br/>This was it. Time to make his true debut.<br/><br/><strong>6<br/>5<br/>4</strong><br/><br/>Time to get some real money, real fame.<br/><br/><strong>3<br/>2<br/>1</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly he fell. Forward before the bell rung. Images playing in his mind. A nuclear bomb exploded, rows of dead bodies, disfigured and starving people. Fields of disease crops and then finally an isle floating peacefully and calmly in the ethereal, waiting patiently.<br/><br/><strong> HELP!</strong><br/><br/><br/>The growl echoed in his mind. He saw in his mind a dragon looming over him. The harsh red-gold sheen “YOU WILL DO.” The growl echoed in his mind and suddenly he awoke about an hour later laying in a hospital bed.  As he looked around the room he saw a figure floating over him.<em> He said you will do.</em>With that the figure seemed to breathe fire over him, and he passed out again.  When he awoke  he felt different. He felt better than he had in years. Well except for the fact he had what seemed like a small dragon floating over his bed.<em> "You were chosen by The Dragon.  I was his voice of reason. Now I am yours."</em>Zarik sat up and looked at the small red apparition<strong> "So i'm chosen for what? And you do exactly what?"</strong>The red wyrmling seemed to shake as if laughing.<em> "To save the world, and i'm here to make sure you don’t get killed before you get to the island"</em><br/><br/>Zaric shot straight up.<strong>" What the fuck are you talking about. I need to be in a ring. I need to be making my name."</strong>The dragon again shook as if chuckling.  "<em> The world is your ring. Your name will be known among the cosmos. But first you will need power. and i will give you the knowledge to use the power, but only a little at first. Too much too fast and it will rip you apart."</em>The wyrmling touched the tip of its nose to the young man's forehead.  Zaric looked in the direction of the spirit.  it looked back at him.<em> "It is now up to you"</em>with that the spirit disappeared