“Breathe Baransu, breathe,” His father said as they sat together in a state of calm meditation.
He is always concerned about my breathing, Baransu thought.
Baransu knew his father was right, but it made Baransu sick and tired of always hearing the same thing, Breathe, Baransu, breathe.
Through controlled and disciplined breaths, Baransu thought about his solitary life at the Temple. By the time he came into existence, the terrible deed against the Albino perpetrated by the Elder Immortals had been committed millions of years ago, back then the earth was freshly made with more molten rock than solidified ones.
Back then Elder Immortals still mated frequently, and with great sexual intensity, hence the arrival of Baransu and his kind, the Intermediate Immortals. Baransu could still hear the intense sounds of pleasure the Elder Immortals often made during their long and sensual moments of copulation. The intense smells, and the erotic sights of such magnificent bodies coupling, still made him uncontrollably pulse with deep desire millions of years after the acts themselves had long since ceased.
“Breathe Baransu, breathe,” Baransu’s father’s voice interrupting the intense sexual sensation Baransu was experiencing.
What it must have been like to make love with an Elder Immortal, Baransu thought.
The written law was that no Immortal of a different tier was allowed to mate with another tier for fear that the younger tier would not survive the ordeal of such pleasure. And no one, absolutely no one, was allowed to mate with the legendary Albino, in imagined fantasies or for real. The briefest thought of that possibility made the Elder Immortal females faint; they would lie for hours unconsciously climaxing over and over again, with moans of primal ecstasy.
“Breathe, Baransu, breathe, for without proper breath, there can be no life,” his father calmly repeated.
“Son, I believe it is time for you to make a visit to the Intermediates pleasure hall, soon I think,” his father spoke with a smile in his voice. Baransu loved the patience of his father.
Baransu’s days were always filled from 4:00 a.m. to 1:00 a.m. the next day, with one martial arts activity or another, through all those activities the only thing his father said was, “Breathe, Baransu, breathe.”
The days of Baransu’s life quickly turned to months, and those months to years and those years to thousands of years and those into millions; with nothing to show but more and more skillful teachings.
Physical training, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”
Mental conditioning, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”
Spiritual development, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”
Throughout all of the millions of years of unutilized self-improvement, Baransu promised himself that he would be the one to find the one with Albinism, the one his father called Shili. His father came to check up on him long after his brothers Amare and Osus Sum had left to fulfill their exciting destiny with Construct, and Baransu was in a depression of sorts.
“Baransu, how goes your breathing, do you have true mastery of it?” His father asked.
“Yes father, as I have demonstrated to you for thousands of years, while engaged in the most severe physical, mental, and spiritual activities,” Baransu replied.
“Hmm, but this is here child. Come, I will show you the importance of breath to an Immortal. Your brothers had to learn to breathe differently; Osus Sum through perpetual anger; Amare in the grip of constant love; you, through the range of all emotions, for you are Baransu, meaning the balance. I fear that you will be tested on all sides my son.” His father said with a gentle smile.
The two of them descended into a part of the Temple that was forbidden to all but the most disciplined of Immortals. The level of endlessness.
“Sit.” His father said. And they both sat.
“Hold your breath and do not let it go until I say.” His father spoke.
Baransu took a deep breath filling his lungs completely; he closed his eyes instinctually, as he thought he heard the sound of running water. Suddenly the ground shifted violently, for what seemed a second only. Baransu felt as light as a feather and when he opened his eyes he was looking at the earth from the surface of the moon. His father began to slowly speak.
“Son, breath is vital to all life, and it is with this single breath that I speak to you now.”
His father rose effortlessly to his feet, and as he did the ice that encased his body broke and floated away.
As Baransu attempted to lift himself, the space ice held him firmly. He was straining to break free and having difficulty holding his breath. His father gently and with one swift motion shattered the space ice that held Baransu. The temperature was beyond cold and he was shivering as new ice began to exert itself on his body.
“Son, it is with this single breath that we can move about through space. I can commune here for five years with one breath, some Elders even longer.”
Baransu’s lungs began to burn, he needed to breathe.
His father turned his back to Baransu and took several leisurely steps away.
“This is as far into space as we Immortals may travel without consequence. Our puny progeny cannot even make this trip without great risk to their life.” His father continued.
Baransu was losing consciousness; his father continued calmly speaking as he watched his son.
“There is the One that can actually breathe in space and in harsher environments still,” his father said.
“Without breath there is no life,” his father continued.
In a last futile attempt, Baransu rose to his feet stumbling with frightened drunkenness and croaked one word in his exhale.
Baransu awakened in his bed in the Temple, his lungs hurt from the slightest breath. His father, mother, and his best friend Tui were at his bedside. Tui held a warm cup of herbal tea to his lips and Baransu took a sip followed by a fit of violent coughing. His father calmly left the room and his mother sat close to him.
Gently she took his calloused hand, a hand of an accomplished master and she softly spoke to him.
“Without breath or breadth, there is no life my son, your father thought that you may hear this better if it came from me,” she kissed his cheek and left.
It was one year later when Baransu finally rose from his bed without aid.
Tui found him in the garden of cherry blossoms, deep in his meditation, practicing to breathe...
Footnote from the author.
Description of Baransu - The Balance:
Baransu, an Intermediate Immortal (II), is the balance. It is said that when he came to be, night and day where of equal parts for one of earth's years. Hence, his unique power of balance, but sometimes balance can be dangerous as well. This quick tale, gives you a peek into the development of Baransu in the simple act of breath. You are also introduced to Baransu's gifted parents; yet to be fully revealed, and you are ushered into a glimpse of Shili's abilities.
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