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Introduction
White. A blank canvas. A new start. In the world which I am about to describe, white is a major feature. It could be called an eternal sea of white. An ocean of indescribable gravity, surrounded by the taunts of unreachable white walls. This world I describe is a place where temperatures change in the blink of an eye. You feel as though you are of iron, plugged into a magnetic field of power and grace. Time slips away in this infinite space, and among the confusing mass of chaos and relaxation stands a young boy, an orphan, a survivor, but most of all, a warrior. His name is Akira, and his destiny lies between these pages which I now write.
In the far reaching distance of this never-ending room is a building, the only civilisation in the infinite world. Either side of this structure, ironically of white, are the twin egg-timers. Rimmed in gold, the only visible beacon of colour in the vast colour of the endless universe are the green jade crystals, slowly dripping into the lower chambers. If not for this, then the world would blend together, and the irrepressible white mass would drive a man to insanity.
In this infinite world, a boy and a man are together in hope, and war. They look alike in this white universe, though in the real world they would not recognise each other. Akira's short, glowing red, spiky hair, was now a bright yellow, and reached in spikes high into the sky. His normally, scrawny arms, were now bulging with muscles that Akira did not know existed. Only his eyes stayed the same, the burning turquoise which reflected Akira's passion, and determination to succeed. The man looked similar, apart from the fact that he was taller. They both wore tight blue suits, and a kind of armour, white, and indestructible against any force, but one.
Akira was in this white room for one reason, to learn. The man was his mentor, his teacher, and most of all, his friend. This friendly man taught Akira many things. Already being skilled in three forms of martial art, Akira was learnt to use pure energy for attacks. He learnt such moves as 'MASENKO', 'KAMEHAMEHA', and his own 'NAKATOA'. These however, had little affect on the armour they wore. Akira had an advantage over his friendly foe. Akira had a weapon. The Dragon Spirit Stick. A rod of immense power, which the user controlled the power. Only the most skilled could use it, and this person had a major role to play in the fate of millions.
Akira knew nothing of his destiny. The man, however, behind his friendly face, knew much of what was to come. The man understood that he could not continue to train Akira this way, in this unreal environment. Soon, Akira must begin training with Gohan, and be prepared to fight for his friends, his Earth, and his life.
Akira had been training for many weeks, many hours, and many days. Actually, this all took place in the place of 12 hours. As you can imagine, Akira was now exhausted. He zoomed off towards the structure in the middle of nowhere, to relax, and restore his lost strength. Thankfully, for the sanity of the users, the inside of this structure had colour. In the domed ceiling, a giant clock filled it. Blue in colour, the roman numerals, and numerous hands where in gold. Light reflected off these, and glinted onto the white floor. Akira headed through a satin curtain, to a sleeping area. Mahogany four poster beds, with deep blue quilts. Akira, hungry, and exhausted, collapsed onto a bed, where he fell into a dreamless sleep, to return to his normal self.
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Akira awoke with a start. The dream of the last 12 hours racked through his brain, as if it was a life time. His spiky hair, wet with sweat, and damp patches between his armpits made him feel as if he was weight lifting during his sleep. If it was true what Akira suspected, then destiny was going to present itself.
Akira looked around his blank walls. His newly adopted family, the Tamatzu's, were kind, but Akira was still adjusting to being without others. He never did have friends. He was always left alone in the orphanage. Akira, though small, was well known for his martial-art skills. The orphanage had made it obligatory to learn martial-art, and Akira had excelled at it. He wanted to keep his belts, to prove he had learnt the trade, but the orphanage took them away to give to others users under him. With that, his memories were taken away.
Possessions were rare at the orphanage. Most parents left their children with no tangible item to grasp upon as a memory. Oh how the joy spreads through many when they turn up on their parents doorsteps, and blame them for their miserable lives, and then foot them with a psycho-therapy bill. Akira, however, did not have to face this. He knew his parents had escaped the torment of this world, and left him with a possession. A head band, with a picture a flaming red sun on it. This was his lasting legacy.
Akira often had dreams. Recently, these training dreams were very common. Though he sometimes had a different dream. A dream which he had experienced for a long time. A dream which was him, outside himself. In the dream, A baby was in a time machine. Painted in soft yellow, the words 'Sweet Dreams' where painted in green on the side. Across the baby's chest was the head band of the rising sun. All that was around the capsule was space, until it turns towards a light, and speeds into the difference, and ends with Akira waking in a cold sweat, and clutching the head band, which should be in his bedside cabinet..
Akira looks at the digital clock at the side of his bed. It flashed 6:39 in its vulgar green fashion. There was no point going back to sleep. In fifteen minutes, he would arise from his chamber of dreams to begin what he hoped would be a new life. In approximately one hour, he would begin Orange Star high school. He hoped to start a new reputation for himself there. After school, he would attend a try-out for the school's highly acclaimed martial art team, the Comet Squad (headed up by none-other than Hercule himself!). For now Akira was happy to reminisce about his dreams, and hopes. Little did he know what lay ahead for him. Discoveries would be made, and Akira should learn the saying a new day brings new adventures.
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