Spiritual Seed Awakening

She"s now a shadow of a little girl whose memories I experienced. In her place is a beautiful young woman whose body is covered in scars, and whose eyes lack emotion. The girl known as Cyanotis is gone, the a.s.sa.s.sin called hemlock is all that remains.

I can"t see her old memories. From what I can gather from the mangled fragments of memories, she has killed Many. The name Hemlock strikes fear in those who hear it. None knows the origin of this a.s.sa.s.sin.

This seventeen-year-old girl has made a name for herself becoming famous for killing a peculiar cultivator. Ordinarily, it"s hard to kill a sect leaders children, but few can escape her wrath.

Hemlock"s only calling card is to arrange bodies to look peacefully sleeping no matter how gruesome the corpse. It"s this strange habit that leave many in terror, and allows her to gain fame.

It"s this fame that allows her to join a less than righteous sect Known as a Phoenix"s Shadow. A mysterious sect is known for their harsh requirements for training, and all female disciples. In each batch new students, only four out of a hundred lives each entrance ceremony.

They train using a method similar to the poison jar philosophy. The four that become true disciples of the sect have always been knouwn to accomplish historically significant deeds, good or bad.

Then it"s less of memory fragments, and more flashes her journey. It"s like footage from a trailer. There are bits, and pieces, but nothing substantial. It continues flashing until hemlock is the reigning sect master of the Shadow Phoenix.

The journey was a blur. Then I can feel at the moment of her coronation a great deal of happiness. I can feel satisfaction knowing her hard work paid off. Everything she did, no matter how horribly cruel it was, or how much she knew it would hurt her parents, she knew what she had done had been right in allowing her to accomplish her goals.

The next memory is of Hemlock holding a fan. Then I notice that the fan is the fan next to her corpse. The thing must have some value besides sentimental for her to keep it this long.

It"s at this point I remember she was able to open the ring when she awakened her bloodline. The ring was like a small pocket dimension with only the fan, and a scroll that had a divine Three Eyed Moonlight Bear cultivation method written on it.

She had to bite her tongue and spit blood onto the old scroll for it to reveal its content. Why am I see this, I mean I"m happy not to die, but I can not see enough to learn much of her journey, but the things I do learn are amazing.

The things I do learn about are mostly little things about the outside world, but I am a bystander. I have no control or the pace or content of these memories, but I am able to delve deeper now. I am thankful for ablity to dive deeper in these memories. This allows me a better understanding. It"s as if it"s my own arms are moving instead of just witnessing arms swaying.

The next memory feels like the last. Then the new memory starts suddenly. Older version hemlock can be seen through the reflection of a sword. I see her fighting with all her might.

It"s like watching t.i.tans fighting with a front row seat. I can see, but can not understand anything going on. It takes some time, but I mandge to translate the words I hear.

I think maybe only things hemlock values are remembered. Also with a dying soul, holding on to useless memories would be strenuous, but that"s not important right now.This fight must be important. I stop trying to a.n.a.lyze and allow myself to get lost in the moment.

The way her body moves in like nothing I could do before in my past life. I only took a second to think, and missed twenty moves between the two. I notice the person she is fighting is not an earth bear like I a.s.sumed they would be.

This person is a dragon from what I can sense from Hemlock. He reeks of disgusting lizard I know for some reason. He"s not hiding this during their fight. He"s in a hybrid beast form. He has huge wings, a tail, claw like hands, and horns that come out of his forehead.

He also has a sword that he has used interchangeably with his claws and fire breath. Hemlock yells out and in anger throws a rectangular paper in the air that absorbs some of some lightning from her, then heads deep, into the clouds above.

I only notice dark clouds after I feel hemlock smile. It hits me then what she had done. She created a formation of some kind on the ground to draw the clouds here. she then allowed the dragon fire to create some heat. She was making a thunderstorm, and this dumb dragon fell for it.

I feel her third eye opening, and see the dragon begin to panic. He yells out, " YOU KNOW WHO I AM. I"M THE SON OF THE DRAGON KING. HOW DARE YOU NOT SUBMIT TO THE WILL OF A DRAGON."

Hemlock"s arms then transform into that of a white bear arms with red claws. she throws a punch right at the dragon king"s son. He is able to withstand it with some difficulty and yells "I KNEW YOUR BLOODLINE WAS WORTH OF BEING MY WOMAN. WHY NOT LIVE THE LIFE LUXURY".

I see can tell this is not the normal language, but that of dragons, an ancient beast. Hemlock smiles a sad smile, and lighting is discharged into the sky.

she says "My dear foolish arrogant dragon prince, I will never submit to you. If I did not have power, I would end up a another victim of dragon"s l.u.s.t. The Phoenix"s Shadow is not brothel. I"d rather died then allow any other maiden fall victim to the l.u.s.t of a dragon." she says last sentence heavy with disgust.

She smiles knowing her facade would allow her to seek revenge on the lizard. She began to lost control of her own thoughts, but I can sense the thunder from the sky, it comes down and enters Hemlock"s body. "Farewell Darco Dracaena" is what she whispers before she goes beserk.

She moves like thunder. Hemlock slices the dragon prince to one hundred times before he had time to notice she has attacked. He"s given a quick death, but she"s not much better after having used that Berserker transformation . The color of her fur dims as she grabs most of what"s left of his body.

She makes sure to grab his ring and sword. It"s also rather plain looking. She uses a good portion of lighting she has left in her body to zap it. I can feel smoke with the Dragon princes aura on it leave the ring, and fade into nothing. She then draws out her own blood onto the ring.

She then quickly transforms into a fully transforms into a three-eyed bear and runs through the air covered in a thin layer of lighting, and clouds like mist. She has no intention of stopping.

I begin to question her intentions. Why did she fight this dragon? I mean she was respectful to him, even when going to kill him. She must have known this dragon king is powerful, but I also would not agree on not becoming the wife of a guy like that.

That should not be the sole reason though, she had done much worse than being a pretending to be a wife for a little while in order to kill as many dragons as possible. She needed something like maybe his blood or the ring. The sword is cool, and all, but she does not seem to go lack weapons.

She returns to her cave, and I see a pool of blood that begins to boil after she throws in the dragon princes blood. She enters the pool of blood in beast form. The color of her fur is dyed red from the blood. Hemlock is crying from the memory of her mother teaching her this same ceremony.

She feels a pain I can"t bear from the ceremony memory, but I can lesson it knowing it"s not real. I can feel her being reminiscent. She thinks of her life. She remembers her childhood with no father, but knowing his role is her safety. She remembered her training and slaughtering the earth bear tribe.

She also remembers taking all the blood and purifying it with thunder as her mother taught her. She ended up doing what the earth bear clan had planned on doing from the start. She was finally trying to awaken her primal ancestral bloodline, and then gain the power to become to the true owner of the fan.
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She had awoken a variant three-eyed blood moon bear bloodline after practicing her mother"s ceremony. When suddenly her den was being attacked. She was able yo stall them for time, but was not able to stop them at this critical moment.

She heard "This Dragon king has arrived and has come for your head you evil blood witch. Taste my nine seas trient". I allow myself to get lost again. I can feel myself quickening my the blood absorbing process. I can tell my defenses are failing. I don"t care, I have an ace. I quickly allow the blood to run wild in my body, and the sense of danger makes my heart race.

The added danger from the dragon king was enough for my blood to win out of the battle royal, and awaken fully my Blood Moon Bear bloodline. I don"t have time to celebrate. I activate a teleportation formation I had set up and then leave enough treasures behind to power my second formation.

Then the dragon king yells out " YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE ME, HA, I BROUGHT THE DRAGON"S DISTORTION DISC." I quickly feel myself trying harder than before, and feeling my bloodline ascending new heights under pressure. I teleport anyway because the other option is death.

I am able to leave and smile knowing the nasty surprise I left behind is strong enough to harm the dragon king. I can feel hemlocks bitter hatred for dragons be released as she teleports away.