Meeting with Destiny Pt 4

The air was crisp, the only sound fighting for audibility with the fierce concentration of the two men moving slowly through martial arts movements was that of the local eagles lurking above. Had Wolfgang been any less absorbed in his meditative fighting trance, he would have sworn that one of the eagles was the one that had saved him only a week before. That the eagle was searching for him and him alone, perhaps to send him a message.

“It is time, young one. To face the coming devastation you must become The Wolf.” Hee coached his apprentice.

“But I’m not a fighter, sir, I’m just a man that fights sometimes.” Wolfgang said as he broke his trance and looked over at the man he had once thought dead.

“It’s not about what you do, my son. It’s about who you are. And I knew who you were the minute I laid eyes on you.” The older man picked stamped his right foot down, two staffs flicking up into his hands. He threw one to Wolfgang and invited the challenge.

“Sir, I’m not this… this… Wolf you think I am. I’m just another Collingwood supporter bearing the frustrating burden of premiership desire.” With that he charged at the older man. Clack! Chonk! Clang! The cry of the staffs rang out across the morning air. The older man laid a punishing blow to the younger one, forcing him back a step. With that, the older man, disappointed, swept Wolfgang’s legs from beneath him and had him on the his back, the staff pointed at his Adam’s apple.

“You’re dead.” Hee growled at him.

The tears were welling in Wolfgang’s eyes, but the burning emotion that was boiling from his head to his toes was anger. He glared at his teacher, shoved the end of the staff straight back at Hee’s head, striking him a somewhat surprising blow. With that he flipped straight from his back to his feet, a rush of undiscovered power surging through him.

“Sorry, old man.” He whispered as he laid the once-thought mythical dragon’s-needle stab kick to his teacher’s groin. “I hope you weren’t planning on having any more children, bitch.” He turned his back on the man now paralyzed on the ground, and looked to the sky. From the sun’s eye, something was flying towards him at rapidly uncountable speeds. Stay calm, know the Earth and the sky in which you dwell. At the last second, Wolfgang rolled out of the way, only just missing the incoming projectile, that he now knew to be an eagle.

“Fucking eagles…” He grumbled. Just then, but before later, he saw a piece of paper on the ground. He uncrumpled the piece of paper, and knew that something had begun. Maybe he did have a destiny. Maybe he could be the Wolf. Maybe he would have to be the Wolf.

The note read : We have something of yours. Come and get it or face a life of eternal, tormenting curiosity.