Awakening

Sleep has been deep and long for me, but now I have awoken in the same world, but advancement has been rampant in my absence. Chanting ancient incantations, I check to be sure I still have full control of my magicks. Thrusting my han outward against my restraining body I am met with resistance, something hanging thick in the air, preventing me from casting at my normal rate. I relax and focus myself inward, and thrust out again. A small flame leaps forth from my hand, and ignites one of the small evergreen trees in the forest I have awoken in. "This is not good enough", I think to myself "there has to be more" One last time, I force my han to stress against the encasing layer of skin pulled taughtly over my muscles. Thrusting my hands toward the heavens, a few flickering flames turns into a firestorm bursting upward, cutting and searing the air with loud audible pops. A small smile creases my face, glad to know that the Chosen One has not deemed me unworthy and stripped my powers. headstrong, I set off through the forest to claim my rightful place in Arabian Royalty.