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Fayte finished eating his breakfast which consisted of two scrambled eggs seasoned finely, and a large helping of hash browns and bacon. Fayte wiped his mouth with the napkins he had and looked towards his parents. " I'm going to meet Grandpa for a little bit. " He said with a small smile. His parents nodded and sent him on his way. Grandpa was actually his master, Fayte had a way of giving people nicknames. Running out of their castle like estate He was followed by two guards which were his escort until he recieved his Divine Remnant which would protect his life. Running through the pristine city he had to enter a poorer section of the Kingdom. Vackel was the most technologically advanced but it of course had it;s slums. The two guards readied their weapons just in case. Stopping before a small dojo like building Fayte was catching his breathe by keeping his arms over his head to help inflate his small lungs. Once he had his breathe he smiled and yelled. " Grandpa you home?!!!! " A frail looking old man with a thick white beard looked out through one of the windows. He chuckled in his low voice and opened the doors letting Fayte inside. Fayte's security stood watchfully outside of the dojo, they wouldn't let anyone get by them Fayte was still royalty and in these times of prosperity people still wished the royal families dead.

Fayte smiled and ran towards the old man hugging him tightly. Fayte's eyes were sparkeling at the chance to practice more, he was good for a child at capoeira but he could do so much better. He looked up at his master noticing that he was looking off down the street. Fayte turned his head to see what he was looking at, a young boy around Fayte's age he seemed very angry and looked like he had just crawled out of a gutter. " Master do you know him? " He asked.

" No not personnally he is just one of the many children trying their best to live in this section of the kingdom, it's not all sparkeling walls and pristine technology you know. " The old man said calmly.

" Huh... " Fayte walked down from the Dojo he walked towards the boy and said. " Hey you look like you need to blow off some steam, want to hit a bag or something at the dojo? " He asked pointing towards the tiny dojo. " The master is really nice, and don't mind the two men walking the area they are just the security my father hired to protect me. " He said smiling widely.

" Wow someone's a little angry. " He said with a small laugh, not because he thought that the boy was funny he just had a crazy sense of humor. " Well from the amount of heat you're giving off I can tell that you're upset, are you sure you don't want to try and get your anger out? You can take it out on me if you want. " He said pointing his thumb towards himself. " after going to the dojo for a while you learn that pain is your friend. " He laughed a little more. He snapped his fingers creating small icy particles. " I kind of want to see how your anger heat matches to my calm cool. " He said turning towards the boy. The security drew thir guns and held them at the read. " Relax this isn't someone that will kill me, he's just angry don't fire your weapons. " He said motioning them to put their guns away.

Fayte raised his hands stepping back he shose a defensive stance. Staying on his toes to keep his mobility he bounced lightly in the air his body swaying back gently. His body moved like a snake's ever flowing and flexible. he has small amounts of frost which covered his hands and shoes, they were there to add extra sting to his blows, they would never be able to kill but that wasn't the point of all of this. He examined the boy before looking at the center of his chest to make sure he could see all of his limbs.

Fayte's breathing stopped for a brief second. His body became perfectly loose and then he attacked, like a tiger. He shot forward gliding on particles of ice leaving behind him a vapor trail of frozen particles. He jumped into the air spinning wildly his leg came down in a strong axe kick to the crown of his head. The frozen ice particles around his shoes left trails of ice behind his every movement. He raised his hand upward swinging it down in a cresent moon shaped arc his open palm setting him up perfectly for a strike then an interchangeable grab which he would eventually use to throw the boy.

Akatan looked at the boy and the ice he was using in his attack. As intimidating and beautiful as it was, it was unecessary. His eyes narrow becoming lavender slits and blood-pumping nerves appear around his eyes empowering them with his family's most powerful technique. His view stretches all around him encompassing even that beside and behind him, but only for twenty feet. His age and inexperience played a major part in this shortcomig. Following Fayte's leap, he quickly steps forward, positioning himself behind Fayte and awaits his landing. After his glossy attack misses, he thrusts his elbows back in an attempt to knock him off balance, a trait that his style made extensive use of.

"But I said Damascus, not Vackel!" Valen screamed as he stomped his foot on the ground.

"Sorry kid, but you're money's not enough to get you from Celarius to Damascus in one trip." replied the manager, calmly explaining things to the boy. "The best we could do was drop you off here at Vackel."

"But... but... I..." Valen stuttered as he looked at his purse. The remainder of his money was in fact enough for him to continue to Damascus, but he'd be dead broke by then. Sighing he thanked the manager and apologized for the commotion. "Great, I'm stuck in Vackel. Now what am I supposed to do?" he mumbled to himself as he walked down the streets.

(Vackel.)