The Man with the Yellow Turban
It is nearing the start of summer. In Jin Yang, there lies a grove of peach blossoms. The wind blows slight enough that it knocks peddles of the trees, but barely disturbs their decent to the ground. In the middle of the grove, a young man around 18 years old sat up against a tree. He was handsome with long black hair in a ponytail and a very grievous cross shaped scar on his right cheek. And around his head, he wore a yellow turban. He was writing out a scroll on top of his legs. To his left, 5 scrolls he finished. To his right, 20 scrolls that still need to be done. He just finished the scroll on his lap, he put it aside and leaned back and let out a peaceful sigh for a peaceful day. He began to reflect on many things from his past. He thought for a few minutes, and then something caught his attention in the distance. It was a scare crow in the distance that looked like it was charred by something. He looked at it for a while, and then had a flash back.
Flash Back
It was the same grove of peach blossoms. The scare crow was renewed and intact. Some distance away from the scare crow was the young man, but he was about 9 now and didn't have his scar. The boy stood there just looking at the scar crow, but then held his palms out to it. He began to focus on something. Nothing happened for a while and the boy look light he was hurting from concentrating too hard. Without anything happening, he dropped to his knees disappointed and dizzy.
"Ah, Zhang Xi my son." A middle aged man with a yellow turban came up behind the boy causing him to jump to his feet.
"Father…..I…..."
"Now now, my dear son, do not try to evade failure, learn from it. Reflect were you can't succeed so you can remember what is wrong."
"But father, it is so hard for me to summon lightning."
"Now there's you problem, you can't summon lightning." He gets behind the boy and they both face the scare crow. "I though your uncle Zhang Liang taught you that lightning is the wrath of heaven. It may be disaster for some, but it will be a gift for you one day." They both opened their hands forward towards the scare crow. "I, Zhang Jiao, shall raise you to be a fine mystic more powerful than I. You shall pray to the Heavens, and the Heavens shall answer your call." They both focused on the scare crow till there was a blinding light.
Zhang Xi was bought back to reality. He sat there staring down the same scare crow from his past. He looked at it calmly for a while. His eyebrow twitched and at the same time, a lighting bolt came down and struck the scare crow completely disintegrating it. Zhang Xi then went back to his studies.