[center][b][u][h3][color=ff0000]CONNOR  KING[/color][/h3][/u][/b][img]http://www.springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_worlds/irishalo/symbol_temporean.gif[/img][/center]

Connor lept out of his sleep, sweat dripping down his forehead and back. Looking around frantically, it took him a few moments to remember where he was. Bringing both his hands to his temples as if to rub away a headache, he tried to soothe the intense images of war running through his mind. It took an extraordinary effort to repress the painful memories, but this time it didn't take long. It quickly dawned on him what had happened as he brings his right arm down from his face to examine the fresh scar. As ironic as the concept is, he was certain the scar that now circumvented his arm just below his right shoulder, was not there a few hours ago. Yet it looked as if it was something he has acquired years ago. 

Flexing his fist and rotating his shoulder, he was able to test his range of motion. After confirming that there was only a slight stiffness in his right arm he twisted himself off of the bed and slowly stood up to prevent himself from getting light headed. It felt like he had been laying there for a few hours, but he had no clue what time it was. Looking around the room, it looked like what you would expect from a typical hospital. It was very clean and orderly with white walls and white sheets. The only strange thing was that no one was around. Fortunately, it seemed as if someone had already redressed Connor in a pair of his boxers and a white t-shirt, so that he was not gallivanting about in nude. Pleased with the service that you wouldn't find in any normal hospital he quickly left the room and with what little knowledge he had, attempted to make his way make to his own bedroom. Being tired was no excuse to slack off on the training of his powers and after that sorry excuse of a battle he just had, he wanted to prove to himself that he could get to a point where he can finally affect time. 

As easy as it sounds, training his power was difficult. Time flowed like a river with a strong current. A normal person would have neither the ability, nor the strength to fight against it. But Connor was given the ability and now all he lacked was strength. Spending time every morning, he would sit at the local park and swim against the river of time for as long as he could handle. Truly he only slowed the speed at which the current whisked him down stream, but with enough effort, he planned on being able to swim against the stream entirely, just as a trout would make its way upstream every year. 

With intentions to double down on his previous efforts, he quickly made his way out of the infirmary, hoping not to run into someone that would stop him. 

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