Awash in corrupted purification (Drake)

[The Guardian]

Drake awakens with a start, his body cold and drenched in sweat.  Plagued all night by dreams of a source of power calling him.  Power unlike anything that he'd ever seen or felt before.  Power that was more... complete than even the Dragon's were said to possess.  What's more, is he could feel that power even while awake.  Calling to him, far in the distance to the East. 

[Drake]

Drake would snap awake breathing heard and sweating profusely. What could this power be? What was it calling out to him?! He wanted to know. He NEEDED to know. He quickly climbed out of bed and got dressed.

Once dressed he would open his door and look around, making sure no one was watching him. Then he would head towards the source that was calling out to him.

"I don't know what you are... but I will make you mine."

[The Guardian]

He would see no one, and no one would stop him. He'd walk out of the building that he stayed in, and on to the streets. Devoid of life, not even the rats stirred tonight. Every step, however, felt the power grows stronger. Growing closer. It was out of the city he was in. But he could feel it and feel it calling to him personally.

[Drake]

Drake didn't hardly seem to notice, or rather care, about the lack of people and things out in the streets. He was almost entranced by the power calling out to him. With utter forcus he would continue on the path towards the source of this power. He didn't care if he had to leave the city, as far as he was concerned the less witnesses the better. He wanted to keep whatever he found secret for as long as he was able.

[The Guardian]

Time seemed to slow, or was it speed up as Drake continued his journey. It was impossible to tell. All he knew is he had walked further than he could remember, the plains gave way to rivers which gave way to a forest. And in the heart of the forest was a small hut.

Despite how far he had traveled the light has yet to touch the land, and the moon hung in place unmoving in the sky. But in front of the hut, he found an old man tending a small garden of rotten vegetables. Flies buzzing around him, and maggots burrowing in and out of the vegetables as he tended to them.

The power he could sense from inside of the hut, and it was almost blinding how close it was. He could feel his skin crawling and writhing from the proximity.

[Drake]

Drake wonder what was happening as he walked, what kind of power could this be to affect him and the world thusly... whatever it was, the more he saw and the closer he got made him more and more and more determined to claim this power as his if he was able. Upon seeing the small hut and old man he would stop for the first time. As much as the pull was calling to him, it only just now occurred to him that he should be wary of what was happening. The man tending to rotting fruits and vegetables gave him a bad feeling. He would close his eyes and focus his power channelling his Seikatsugan to scan the scene before him to reveal anything that might otherwise be hidden, as well as to check the soul of the man in front of him to gauge him.

[The Guardian]

The power around him was intense, and as he opened up his soul to perceive that which normal sight does not he could feel his stomach churn in protest. The man before him had no soul, not that he could call as such at least. What was there was pitted and decayed, with energy pulsing through it like the maggots in the garden? It was impossible to tell if the man was good or evil. But Drake could tell that he was sick.

The power was definitely coming from within the hut, but more than that, it was coming from below it. Far, far below the hut.

"Getting a good look are you boy?" The man would turn to face him. His face was waxy and obviously fake. "A child like you should leave before you infect my garden with your sickness." The man's chided at Drake.

[Drake]

Drake relaxed his sight. And stepped towards the man.

"Pardon the bluntness, but according to my eyes it is you who is sick not I."

He would look around before speaking.

"Who are you, and what is this place?"

[The Guardian]

He waved his hand dismissively at Drake.

"Bah, like I need the opinion of the blind. It's my home witless whelp."

[Drake]

This man was... odd. The things he was saying weren't adding up, or rather, seemed backwards? Either way, this man seemed to be the guardian of this power. So it would do well to play nice.

"Pardon again, sir, I meant no disrespect. Though, if I might ask, why do you call me blind, and sick? I can see, and feel fine..."

[The Guardian]

The man wheezed with laughter.

"Oh, now he thinks to buy my knowledge with honeyed words and false kindness." The false face remained expressionless. "Must get that from your Mother."

[Drake]

Drake snarked a humorless laugh.

"You obviously haven't met my father..."

Drake shook his head.

"Fine, I'll be direct with you. Something powerful called me here, and I'm curious what it is, and if possible, to obtain it, or learn how to develop something so powerful on my own. So, are you the one I need to speak to about that, or do I need to keep going towards the source of the power?"

[The Guardian]

The man wheezed another laugh without his mouth moving.

"There is no need to play with children pretending to be Dragons. Now again I ask you to leave before you infect my beautiful garden. There will be no getting to whatever it is you are on about unless it's over my dead body."

And with that, the man turned to tend to his rotting garden.

The power continued to pulse and call to him. Bringing into focus his senses. The scent of rot and death. The rustling sound of something moving that he could not see. The sense of the power, and the words of the man echoing in his soul. Children pretending to be Dragons. Surely that meant this power was so much more.

[Drake]

Drake's fists clenched.

"I have no want to be a Dragon. I want to be stronger than one. And I am not leaving. You said over your rotting corpse. Well, I'll he honest with you, you ARE a rotten corpse, so, according to your own words, you have no reason to stop me or prevent me from proceeding!"

And with that Drake would proceed to the hut!

[The Guardian]

Drake got two steps closer before he felt something grabbing at his foot, keeping it planted in the ground while the man straightened up. Keeping his back to Drake as he reached toward his face.

"A poor choice from a sick soul."