I will destroy them all!

A little boy sat at the centre of a very large grassland, the sky was plain blue, the sun shining brightly in all it's glory.

His name was Akylon. He was on a mission to help a newborn mystic get to the realm of heaven.

His eyes were shut, his breathing was steady, every breath gently blew back the grass before him.

He currently lived in a vast plane created by him. The world around him was of his own imagination.

It was devoid of living creatures, there was no air, nor water, except grass.

In a thousand mile radius there were only grass, lush green grass, this helped Akylon to connect with his realm.

He began to open his eyes. They were gold, no hint of white in them. His hair was jet-black, his skin was fair.

The moment his eyes were fully open, a wind erupted around him, it was strong and unstable.

His mind began to settle and so did the wind, it grew calmer and calmer, until it was nothing but a cool breeze.