Rain crashed against the ground of the valley. It hit with such destructive force that it could have killed any weak life form, but the ground itself seemed to embrace the liquid as it pounded against it. The mountains, standing tall and menacing, overlooked the great rolling fields and valley. Far off into the gloomy distance was the thick mesh of forest, it’s green barely visible through the onslaught of water.

There was a loud thud that echoed forcefully through the tall grass of the grasslands. The loud rumbling originated from a great of deal energy being dispersed towards the ground. The lone figure standing tall in the rain had brutally slammed the ground. The rain was soaking his black, shoulder-length hair. He looked up through the downpour, hoping with all of his heart to see some sign of reaction.

When no such sign was given, the man, who’s skin was an odd color - white, to be exact - jumped. It was an incredible jump. He propelled upwards through the rain with such surprising lift that he could have kept going forever. His grey vest, which revealed parts of his hard, white chest and arms, was drenched from the rain. His black pants were also soaked, but he took no notice.

As his altitude rivaled that of the mountains of which he was intently searching, he suddenly slowed. One would expect that he would have begun to fall, but gravity did not work it’s magic, and the figure remained, suspended in the air, as if by some unseen force. He scanned quickly through the surrounding area, all the while his face kept it’s blank expression. It was easy to tell that this figure was searching for something, but whether or not it was something in particular seemed an elusive realization.

The gray, clouded sky held onto the young man for several seconds before letting him descend slowly. He continued to drift downwards with the aid of his telekinesis for some time. As the grass beneath him approached, a bolt of lighting flashed behind him. His black shoes landed on grass with a light crinkling sounds. The man looked at his black gloves on his hands. They were made of black leather and had no material over the fingers.

The man gathered all of his force, and with a chest full of breath, yelled blindly towards the mountains, “Let me go!” The powerful force of his commanding voice had no effect whatsoever, and the area remained the same. “I have to get back. Let me go!” But again, there was nothing to show for his pleas. He sighed deeply and looked around.

Far, far away into the distance there stood a large oak door. It was near the entrance to the forest, and was standing on it’s own. It looked as if it had been torn from a wall and deserted where it stood. The white skinned man looked at it and shook his head in disappointment. He started walking towards the door. It was miles off into the horizon, but relatively flat land made it easy to see.

The man finally decided that his trip was taking too long, and he pushed himself forwards and kicked off of the ground. With a little bit of psychic energy he was soaring only feet above the ground at an amazing speed. Every so often he would fall back to the ground and kick off of the green, but he always managed to keep a constant speed.

In a matter of minutes the man was at the lone door. He took one last look over his shoulder at the mountain range, and with another sigh grasped the door handle. It was made of what seemed to be gold, but it didn’t surprise the figure at all. He swung it open and walked into the glistening hallway.

As the door shut behind him it disappeared from sight, as if it had become invisible. This new hallway was most exquisite. The floor was made of some sort of polished, green stone. The middle of the floor was covered with a red carpet which stretched on for what could have easily been miles to both left and right. The walls were beige in color and had beautiful, diamond covered torches lighting the way.

The man looked around. The Dome was a mysterious place. It changed it form constantly, but made it easy for it’s inhabitants to find their destinations. Sometimes it’s halls would appears as actual hallways, and sometimes they became less like hallways. The actual rooms in the Dome took on much more varied appearances. Some could contain mountains, oceans, and even universes, in what is actually only one room. Yes, the Dome is indeed odd, but with it’s sheer brilliance, it becomes something spectacular: the best ever possible host.

“Nothing. I really thought I had something this time.” The man shifted around a little bit. He tried to admire the Dome’s elegance, but found that his recent disappointment was too overpowering. He had really hoped that he might have found a way out in that room. “Face it, Karaza, the Dome just doesn’t want you to leave yet.” He spoke aloud to himself.

Karaza starting walking down the hallway. Despite not having found a way out, he still had faith that he could defy his host’s will and make an escape. For several months he had been in the Dome. He had learned much of it’s ways, and had even learned how to communicate with it. It was an odd bond, but the Dome had almost always given him what he had asked, but ever since his teacher, Kyrias, had left, it had been failing to cooperate perfectly.

As Karaza strolled gently down the long hallways, a group of three girls passed by him, going in the other direction. One had long blond hair, and was taller than the other two. The other girls both had brown hair, and they both were talking with each other. The blond tapped one of them on the shoulder and they all stared at Karaza.

Karaza had earned a reputation for himself inside the Dome. Of it’s thousands of students he had been one of Kyrias’s few graduates, and he had even returned to continue his training. He had also trained temporarily with Aurora the Ominae, another renowned teacher of the Dome. He didn’t much care about what others thought, but he knew that many were scared of him.

He raised a hand and smiled at the group of girls. They all lowered their heads, and had obviously thought Karaza hadn’t noticed their gossiping and giggling. He smiled as they all scurried down the hall. He was now in somewhat better cheer than he had been, but he still needed to find a way out of the Dome.

Khana was somewhere waiting for him. He had left her months ago. They had been fighting at the time, and he felt badly about it. Perhaps she was still mad after months of being alone. Perhaps for her it had been less that several months. Perhaps it had been more. Karaza could not even begin to pretend to fully understand the Dome, but he understood Khana pretty well, and understood that his leaving her alone was killing him inside.

As he approached the door to his own chambers - he didn’t actually know how he could instantly identify them as his own - he prepared to rest. He had been getting quite a bit of rest lately. When Kyrias had been around he had constantly been engulfed in his lessons and tests, but now that he was without a teacher (as well as without an exit) he had been getting lots of rest.

The large, wooden door creaked in a high pitched manner as he pushed it open. His room was rather tiny. Just barely large enough for five people to mingle in. It had his bed with a checkered bedspread, his bedside desk, and a dresser where he put some of his extra clothes and possessions.

Karaza was surprised to see a young boy sitting on his untidy bed. He had seen the child before. He had short brown hair and a frightened grin on his face, the kind that belongs to a person that enjoys being frightened. And he was obviously scared of Karaza, for as he entered the boy jumped off of the bed as if he had broken a law and thought thay maybe he had not been seen.

He raised out an envelope in Karaza’s direction. Karaza smiled faintly and accepted the paper. The boy bowed slightly and ran towards the door, which he struggled to open due to it’s immense weight. Karaza was too busy reading his letter to notice his friends clumsiness, though.

Karaza,

It has come to my attention that you are currently trying to find a way out of the Dome. I realize why you are so eager, but with regret I cannot let you depart. You do not recognize me, but I beg you to trust the words that follow, else grave events befall us all.

First of all, you must realize that Khana has not gone as long without you as you have her. During your time here, we have been moving more quickly than the world you come from. Khana misses you, on that you may rest assured, but she has not gone a desperately large amount of time without you.

Next, understand that the Dome never does anything without reasoning. Sometimes it is good, and sometimes otherwise, but it always has it’s reasons. If you try to defy it’s will, and manage to leave it’s walls, you will not take part in an epic battle. This is perhaps what you deisre, but despite what you want, this course of events requires you to be present in order for it to end correctly.

Leave, and I fear disaster will soon follow, and so I plead with you to not leave. If you wish to continue trying, I can guarantee you that you will be unsuccessful, but with your attention divided as so, the earlier mentioned events will bring misfortune.

With concern, your friend.

Karaza turned around and dashed to his bedroom door. He entered the hallway and look around. Everything appeared the same, but to his despair the young boy was already out of sight. He would have liked to ask who had sent the letter, but had a hunch that they boy knew little more than he did. He sighed and turned around, prepared to jump face first into his bed. It was late, and even though he wasn’t all that tired, he was indeed ready for sleep.

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Karaza’s left cheek was gently caressed by a warm, soft hand. His eyes fluttered open. He was sitting in what seemed to be a meadow. He was laying on a mixture of dirt, moss, and grass. To his left there was a clear, sparkling pond of water. This tiny haven was surrounded by tall, powerful trees. The sky was a bright blue and held onto little clouds. The sun was shining into Karaza’s eyes and so he shielded them with his arm.

“Thank goodness, Karaza, you’re awake.” He turned to see Khana sitting over him. The sun shone beautifully on her white skin. She was wearing a thick, blue sweater and a pair of jeans. She was smiling and had some damp leaves in her hand. “You don’t remember, do you?” she judge correctly from the confused look on Karaza’s face. “You’ve been unconscious for days. I’ve been feeding you berries and tending to your fever.”

Karaza wondered what was happening. He knew that something was wrong, but as he tried to remember what he found that his memory faded. The last thing he remembered was fighting some sort shadow creature in the woods. They had been attacked and he had been hit in the head. And then there was black. He shook his head and looked back at Khana, because it quelled the pain.

“No, don’t stand.” Khana ordered as he tried to get to his feet. She was sitting on her folded legs and still trying to get the soggy leaves on his forehead. He turned her hand away and tried again to stand. “My lord, how you are stubborn. You’ve got a high fever. If you exhaust yourself now then you’ll be back out for another couple of days.”

Karaza tried to speak, and found that his voice was quite raspy. “I’m sorry.” he apologized. Khana told him that it was fine. “And thank you, Khana. It really means a lot to me to have such a wonderful friend.” Khana blushed somewhat, happy that her care had been appreciated. “I’ve really missed you.” he said randomly.

“What’s that?” Khana asked as she dipped another, large leaf into a pale of water. Karaza repeated what he had said and Khana again tried to cool his forehead. Again he refused. “What are you going on about, Karaza? You’ve been unconscious most of the time, how could you have missed me?”

What he had said puzzled Karaza as much as it had Khana, but he had felt compelled to say it. He thought for another second. “I’m not really sure, but I know I did. I’ve been missing you for a while now, I can tell. It’s odd, really. I suppose-” Karaza stopped abruptly. He was getting dizzy. He let his head drop back down to the deposit of leaves that Khana had used as a pillow for him, and contrary to what he had expected, Khana didn’t even notice. It was like he ceased to exist.

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Karaza gasped and flew forward. He was sitting on his bed inside his room. He had sweat pouring down his face and he found it hard to breath. He was sore all over, as if he had been continually writing in pain in his sleep.

He could vaguely remember the dream. The most prominent memory was easily that of Khana. Her face; her voice; her presence all lingered on his mind. This had been the first time he had ever had that dream, and he hoped he would never again. Being with Khana in a dream was like a reminder that he was without her in reality.

He looked around the dark room. He could see the outline of so many different things. Old, unworn clothes lying on the floor, open books, medicinal herbs, and a few other things that he had used for his training. He slowly got out of bed and threw on his black pair of pants. He reached for his black t-shirt but then realized that it was dirty, and decided to settle with only his gray bubble vest.

It took him a little while of dazed consciousness to realize what was missing. He finally figured it out as he scratched his neck. The fact that his most important possession was missing hit him with such surprising shock that he gagged. He looked around the room vigorously, knowing in his mind that he would not find it, for it would not disappear only to be found in his room.

After a few minutes he ran to the door. He had trouble opening it, and that meant that it had been a while since he had lost his silver chain. His power was already sealing itself within his core, and even a normally minor task seemed huge. He did, however, manage to push the old oak door open.

The hallway, which now looked like a medieval castle, was dim, and this told him that it was still early. The light of fiery torches flickered on the stony of the walls, and illuminated webs and dust. Karaza glanced around. He could see no sign of life, and his ears were already incredibly weak. He could not hear anything much further than twenty feet away.

The Dome, however, seemed to be in a most helpful mood, for it urged him right. The Dome knew how badly he needed his chain, and it would not let him weaken to the point where he could easily be killed. It obviously needed him for something, and so he knew that going right was his best choice.

As he ran rather slowly through the hallways, the Dome continued to guide him. Each time he had to choose a path he instantly knew which was his best choice. The winding path dizzied him, and it was getting harder and harder to maintain a constant speed. Rather soon, though, he came to a large door, not much unlike that of his own chambers.

He was incredibly relieved to see that his silver chain was resting on the golden door handle. He grabbed it with all the speed he could muster and rapped it around his neck. He felt his strength come gushing back to him. He no longer felt as if he could collapse at any moment, and he felt fully recharged.

He looked at the large door and realized that he would have to enter. Whoever was inside must have been the one who had stolen his chain, or at least his best chance of finding them. He put his hand on the doorknob and prepared to enter, not knowing what he would encounter once inside.

OoC- I really hope that's okay. I figure that you can introduce Kenjin yourself. Now, in order to get a fight going, I believe it would be best if Karaza gets angry with Kenjin because he believes he stole his chain. But remember, Karaza doesn't anger easily, and when he does, he doesn't really show it by going crazy. He usually stays in control.

Oh, and I updated Karaza's profile a while ago, so it might help you to skim through it. You can find the thread in Character approval (second page, I believe), or you may check the link in my sig.

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