As he stared into the boy's eyes, disturbing visions alternating between the Shadow Isles and Darkwell kept flashing between Leon's eyes.  One moment, he glanced at the silver haired lad, and another moment, he stared down at the Chain Warden with the decaying leaves falling all around them.  However, the most disturbing fact would be the sight of his own arms:  that of the gravedigger.  It seemed as though they were meeting under the myriad of dead trees within the Isles.  But, a meeting for what?  Instantly, Leon shook his head, and focused back on Travis.  Poor lad, he must be so confused now.  [color=fff79a]"I will train you in everything I know.  I cannot assure you that the whispers will stop, but I promise you that they will be suppressed.  I can still hear the whispers now, but I can shut them out with pure will."[/color]  He turned away, towards the Orchid Road once more.  [color=fff79a]"Come."[/color]

Leon discovered this training method accidentally as he was escaping from his ghouls when his powers first surfaced.  The poor boy stumbled across Orchid road, and instantly became lost in the ever waltzing flowers and leaves.  The place had a sense of serenity to it, and it was here that Leon knew that the best way to counter the whispers was to divert his mind to a more relaxing space.  However, with it, he also discovered a horrifying process.  In order for him to counter the Shadow Isles' beckoning, he had to fully tune himself to the gravedigger's world.  He had to experience the Shadow Isles through meditation; Leon certainly wasn't sure how these powers worked, but when he meditated, he was able to see a visage of the Shadow Isles.  Whether the experience mimicked that of an astral projection or not, Leon knew that the best way to beat your enemy is to know them well first.  And, Leon was able to do so.  Through his meditation, the lad had discovered that Yorick's purpose in the League was to gather an army for the Shadow Isles.  His purpose entailed gathering the children of the Isles, and turning them into an unstoppable army with a general in the centre of it all.

A great deal of mental will had to be practised if one wanted to suppress the whispers.  For Leon, when the voices begin to speak, he immediately thinks about something joyful, or anything just to distract his mind until the whispers vanish.  It's a band-aid solution, but it was the best one he had.  And, this would be the one he would teach Travis.

[color=fff79a]"There's really no secret as to how I stop the murmurs."[/color]  Leon sat beneath a large oak tree, his back resting against the ancient trunk.  [color=fff79a]"When I hear them, I instantly think of anything else-- just anything until the voices go away.  But, at first, it isn't easy.  This is because there is a lingering fear within us-- a lingering fear of the unknown."[/color]

As the gentle breeze rustled the oak's mane, the lad looked up at the dancing rays of light that had pierced through the gaps between the myriad of leaves.  [color=fff79a]"This was the place that I first 'meditated' into the Shadow Isles.  This was the first time I realized what the whispers really meant, and how I understood that Yorick's mission is to raise an army for the King and Queen of the Isles.  When I knew what they wanted of me, avoiding their whispers became easier because I now know what to avoid.  That is why I avoided friends and connections-- I'm wary of fulfilling Yorick's mission if I ever have them.  But, you're an exception.  You're already from the Shadow Isles, so I guess this doesn't apply."[/color]  A slight smirk grew on Leon's lips before he combed his fingers through his jet-black hair, sweeping away the leaves that had tangled in his locks.  [color=fff79a]"If you're really the manifestation of the Chain Warden, then, you might also have this fear of the unknown.  How do you avoid something that you do not even know yourself?  That's why, your first training is to 'meditate' into the Isles.  I'm not sure whether there's some connection or something, but this is the first time I'll be meditating there with someone else."[/color]

Leo straightened his posture before crossing his legs, and placing his hands on top of his lap with fingers splayed. [color=fff79a] "My theory is that this meditation thing might be like a virtual reality-- like, we project our consciousness into another plane of existence; in this case,  the Shadow Isles is that plane.  Well, no pain, no gain.  It's a test to see whether we'll see each other on the other side.  Remember, I would look similar to Yorick."[/color]

A deep breath entered Leon's nose before it all rushed out of his mouth.  He began to breathe deeply as his entire body relaxed into the soothing and cooling atmosphere of the garden.  [color=fff79a]"Breathe deep.  Relax your body.  Empty your mind of anything, and wait for the whispers to echo once more."[/color]  Leon instructed, his eyes closed to the world.  [color=fff79a]"Once the voices appear, sink into it.  By this time, your body must be under sleep paralysis, and you can't move no matter what the voices tell you to do.  Just listen, and melt into the voices' commands until everything fades, and you arrive into the Isles."[/color]  Then, his eyes opened and took one last glance at Travis.  [color=fff79a]"I'm going ahead."[/color]  Leon nodded before the lavender orbs vanished into darkness once more.

[i]Get to your task, gravedigger!  Make our numbers endless!
Are you lonely, Yorick?
Bring out your dead!  Bring out your dead!
Slay them, gravedigger!  Make them serve us!
Unleash us, Yorick!  Call our brothers from the bowels of the earth!
Slay, and be slain!
All their life has led to this moment, gravedigger!
Make them regret ever being born!
Escort them to our side, Yorick!
Their lives torment our brothers, gravedigger!  Liberate them from the shackles of life![/i]

A rushing sound filled Leon's ears as the putrid scent of the Isles greeted him once more.  Leon's eyes opened as he saw that the same oak tree had been withered to a gnarled husk of life.  The skies were eclipsed with the Shadow Isles' ominous harrowing mists that invaded Bilgewater once.  The only source of light was the gravedigger's lantern which was attached to the end of the shovel on the ground.  The earth glowed a deathly green as the bones of the fallen littered as far as eyes could fathom.  The shovel had laid in front of him, and when he grasped the tool, a burst of power flowed through the lad.  [color=598527]"I sure wish this works.  Now, where could Travis be?"[/color]

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