The small little house with wooden craft loaded with a small balcony facing the large canopy directing towards a small valley and tall mountains behind. Drake had always been a silent and cold person. He was just like a anti hero who looks handsome and cool. But he was clearly quite different, he was kind and soft hearted from inside. He was also involved in many heroic acts before. Sitting beside a hot camp fire chilling on a wooden chair that was swinging with a typical crooked sound, he was enjoying his little cup of tea.
He was dense and thinking about something. The density was due to fact that he had his final quadrant on the arena championship. Winning this would make his team champion and him the arena champion as he holds the most content for media.
Well arena champion was never a title given by the tournament. It has been a remark the public give you, a remark that suggests the superiority of the spectral holder above everyone. It had been a remark and hope for many. A calamity that cannot be settled will be resolved by the champion. That's what the people believed in.
This believe of the people was Drake wondered about. No matter how much he won, at last he was still a kid fighting within himself.
"Will I win" not for himself but for the people who believed him.
"Will my mother be proud of me?"
"Is she wondering why I haven't won yet?"
"What if she gets hurt when I fight others?"
These were the questions he was amazed about. Corelating with the fire burning ahead he was corelating himself with blaze of the flames. The outer reflection emitted were slowly fading along the wood place and the ashes were crawling down the wedge of the base.
"Well mother, this is getting quite frustrating" he whispered as he rested his back on the chair looking at the wooden ceiling. Suddenly the bird started chirping. The chrip was soon followed by the sounds of their wing flapping to fly. This signifies him of a intruder around his property. Well he quite knew who it was going to be.
Stepping like he own the field, Raizon went towards the base of the champion. What remarkable of him was that he never saw Duke through the eyes of revenge. That's what was though in the Thesis 21.
Thesis 21
Every spectral user who admits himself to be the part of the arena shall never complain about the pain and damage. You are a warrior proving your worth, so never complaint about your wounds no matter you have win ed or lost the battle.
No matter how severe the injury is, one must not falter by the pain. And it also implies on the families of the warrior group. You are entering the arena with your choice knowing the consequences lying ahead. So no legal action can be taken against this condolences.
Walking straight on his determined path he was unfazed by the large aura of Drake.
"Go back kid" he was straight on the point "you won't get your spectral charger".
"Well I'm not going back until I get it" Raizon made himself clear.
"And how do you think you are going to get it? Cause I ain't giving it to you"
The internal spectral energy was overwhelming in his legs. It seems he was collecting it throughout the conversation. And in a bulk it swung him towards Drake leaving him in amazement.
The large leap of wind that came in with the dash was mesmerising. Drake along with being surprised was a little worried as well. He was thinking about a certain event that he once heard about.
"So are you really him?" He said doughing the high paced attack.
"So you fell for it" Raizon said rushing up towards the essence of his spectral charger "I wasn't aiming for you".
In an instance the amazed Drake intervened the path "you know what" he said "you can have your spectral charger. If you are him, it will be fun to kill ya. And if you are not him then you are going to die anyways".
Raizon was shocked. It was partly because he though he could fool Drake and partly because he didn't knew who the him in the statements was.
"Who are you referring to mister?" He asked.
"That's not your concern. Take your spectral charger and leave my premises"
"Then why did you took it at first place"
"Dial is my dome. So my wish and my rules" Drake blabbered about his powers resting his arms on his head and walking away like he don't give a fuck.
Raizon went towards the essence. The essence so strong that it took him completely numb. The visible white rays those were spiralling around the metallic charger with the energy globules vapourising into the air. His hands shaking mysteriously thinking about how it would feel once he wears the charger.
"Will it hurt, itch or be a pleasurable feeling. No matter what, it's going to look amazing", he thought.
He in a instance pick it up and wore it around his wrist. Drake looking though the corner of his eye was waiting for any abnormal energization. He waited, waited and waited. No fluctuation were there in the environment. The inlet and the outlet of the spectral energy was same. Even Raizon was looking okay. No unnecessary moment, and most importantly, no grunting in pain. He slowly put his hand back into the pocket which has rosed a little.
Raizon was happy and it was the beginning of his journey. He knew it was going to be harder but he always wanted to give it a try. Turning around to Drake before stepping out of the door he smiled and said "Once I come back stronger, I will defeat you in the Dial dome itself, and change the chart of hierarchy".
"You have to learn a lot kid. Even your mere mindset is rotten. Due you think trying is enough? In this world of spectra we call the people with your mindset as drop-outs" he smirked.
Concept of Internal spectra
Internal spectra is spectra that is generated in the body of spectral user. One can call it a spectra that is generated through human will, anger, sadness, trauma or other emotions. It's the spectra that the spectral beast has no control over. It can also be referred to as once internal energy hidden within various chakras of human.