Trancending Limits

Chapter 1: Legends

It had been around a month since Dawn's 'awakening' His father, mother, and siblings had taken time to teach Dawn to use the elements he could now wield; they taught him how to properly visualise his newfound powers.
But something didn't seem right to Dawn-something didn't seem right about how he was using his powers; it was always the same, so he brought it up one day at dinner.
"Mom, Dad?" Dawn broached the question, "Why is it we only use our mouths; For our powers, I mean, like, why does no one ever use their hands or tails?" He asked inquisitively, tilting his head slightly to the right.
The table went silent, and Dawn was sure he had said something wrong.
His parents exchanged glances before returning to him and asking, "Using our hands and tails to wield the elements?" Dawn's father, Bevu, a strong black dragon with dark grey chest scales and a neat crest of sharp horns atop his head, chuckled.
"Dawn, dear," his mother Bassa said. Dawn took after her in appearance, being more lean and sharing her mostly dark grey coloration. "You understand those are just stories, right? I don't think it's possible for us to use our abilities that way; it's just never been done."
Dawn looked a bit perturbed before speaking again, uncertain. "There are stories about that. Why have I never heard of them?" Dawn turned to his mother, the family's resident storyteller.
"I don't put much stock in those old fantasy tales; they are just that, fantasies. If you haven't read them, then what brought this up?" His mother explained briefly before asking.
Dawn looked down at the table, all eyes on him; his siblings were silent, not even eating; the conversation seemed to require all attention, even from the young hatchlings at the table.
How could he explain this, Dawn had a dream during the night, of standing in the same grove where he had gained his powers, flanked on all sides by large dragons made of starlight wrapped in the glow of their respective elements—his elements. each wielding their abilities in ways Dawn had never seen before they turned to him.
"Young one, it is about time we spoke, and we will only have this one time," one of them spoke, arcs of lightning crackling around and seemingly through his starlight form. "While you may have questions, we have little time and cannot answer all you have to ask, so please, just listen; all will be explained in time," it urged, speaking almost earnestly.
Dawn just nodded and sat down, crossing his legs and laying his arms in his lap, as he had done only a month before, whether out of shock or because of the dragon's conviction.
"Knowledge of the past is such a precious thing, but it can also be dangerous. By now, you have no doubt learned to harness your abilities in the ways our kind typically does, but this is not the only way. "Our kind are capable of so much more than simply breathing fire, creating sparks, or blowing out candles," it almost chuckled as it looked to another of the dragons, around whom the wind seemed to gather.
Its featureless face stared back, almost unapprovingly.
"You, young wielder, must re-learn this lost knowledge, demonstrate to our kind that we are far more than we are perceived to be," it paused, as if thinking, "Start with the wind, listen to it, learn what it has to teach; everything after that is but building on the foundations it lays for you," with that Dawn awoke.
Shaking his head, looking back at his sire and dam "A dream; I don't know how to explain it. but i was back there and.." At that, his father held up his hand, urging him to stop. Dawn looked worried; wondering if he had done something wrong.
"Then listen to your dream, son; we all have them after our awakenings where some avatar of our element contacts us in that place, normally to reassure us; to let us know that our element will guide and protect us."Bevu explained, "But I suspect you, being a storm dragon, the first in many generations, must have had a very different dream, and if they have come to you with instructions, you must heed them."
"I will," Dawn simply nodded, "but I don't know where to begin; they spoke of knowledge and the wind? He said I should start there," he thought before repeating the words spoken to him.
"Meditate on it, son," his mother spoke up. "The answers lay inside you, and i suspect you should have no issue figuring it out," his mother praised.
He pondered his parents' words for a moment before standing up and excusing himself, heading for the yard. His siblings simply went back to eating while his parents spoke. "What do you think this means, dear?" his mother poked.
"I think it means I'll be repairing the house more frequently for a while," his father sighed.

Chapter 2: The winds call

Outside, it was peaceful; their garden was a recreation of the grove he knew, and his parents thought that was fitting in a sense. Sitting on the stone bench in the middle of the stone doorways his father had built around it, Dawn closed his eyes and listened.
It was easy to hear the wind, when you knew how, but today it seemed more clear, perhaps because he was specifically looking for it. It was moving past him, peacefully flowing over his scales, through the gaps in his form, over his wings, and through his hair.
That feeling he was familiar with; it was something every dragon was familiar with; even the flightless had felt it once before they were grounded.But where to start? It took a while, or at least it seemed that way, before an idea came to him. Could it be that simple?
He thought back to his mother's words as she taught him how to wield the wind—to picture a swirling cyclone in the back of his mouth and send it forth; "visualisation was the key," she told him, and they all did.
But was it that easy? Could it really be that simple? How had no one thought of this before now, even after hearing stories about it?
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered to himself, holding up his hand, palm stretched forward and away from anything breakable. He imagined that swirling mass, but this time he imagined the air cloaking around his arm, cascading down towards his hand as she shrank the cyclone in his maw and fed another in the palm of his hand.
It felt strange: his arm tingled, almost like it was rippling; he thought he could feel the wind flowing around his arm, and everything changed with a simple flex.First it was the wind, it changed direction amost as if a strong gale blew in behind him all the wind surging from behind and rushing forwards.
Then it was the sound, the leaves rustling, the trees groaning; it was almost like a small explosion had happened right in front of him, and then silence. For a solid 5 seconds, he heard nothing, and then it all came back: the wind roared and howled.
He opened his eyes and saw just what he had done, Just outside the stone archway, a small gourd had been carved out of the ground, trees had been uprooted and split, and in the sky itself, there was a clear line of vacant sky where clouds used to be.
His wrist stung slightly.
The next thing he head was the back door slamming open and the gasps of his familiy as they saw just what he was now capable of, he just smiled sheepishly "So uh, turns out. Yes, it's possible."
After this, Dawn poured a lot of his free time between school and chores into refining this new trick, figuring out how to moderate his power and how much force he could generate, even learning to maintain a constant airflow at varying levels of pressure. He started to use it around the house to help out with, say, something too high to reach. Simply float it down, or something like that.
He had even attempted to teach his mother and two sisters how to do this, but they were having real difficulty, his oldest sister was basically incapable of even generating a faint gust.
Even after all this, he felt he could do more, but he didn't know exactly what, and this necessitated visiting his most dreaded building: the library.
As much as he groaned about this, it was exactly what was needed picking up a few books on varying subjects such as flight, thermodynamics, and aerodynamics, and including a few studies.
All these bore fruit. As soon as Dawn had more ideas of just how he could use these abilities, he was positively giddy about it. After a few more weeks of both studying these theories and testing some 'applied research' he found he was capable of creating a small aeroshell around himself, allowing him to affect how the air flowed over his body. In doing so, he discovered that he could reduce drag and wind resistance, allowing him to reach relatively high speeds in relatively short periods of time.
The last thing he was able to manage was using two tiny swirling cyclones in close proximity to create a tiny vacuum, which is basically insignificant but very dangerous. He found that by hurling this at a tree, he could apply these nearly invisible blades, as when it hit the trunk, it simply sliced right through it.
"Note to self: Never use on living creatures."

Chapter 3: Thunders Boon

Dawn felt he had now gained enough understanding of his wind abilities; the past few weeks had given him a lot to think about about how exactly he was using his abilities, and proven that he could easily wield his elements with more than just his mouth.
He decided that the next element he should master would be lightning, because it was the most difficult to control, and anything after that would be simple.
Well, he was right about one thing: Lightning is hard to control.
After a few days of shocking himself, he was able to start hurling bolts of lightning, thankfully at a lower power than his first attempt at wind. After that, it started to get easier, thanks to some more trips to the library.
Once he was able to do this, he started focusing on cloaking himself in lightning, using it to essentially supercharge himself. He found he could move very fast when he did this, even challenging his older brother to a race, which he easily won.
It was a chance book that fell into his lap one day as he was in the library, a study on lightning and what it consisted of. This sparked a new idea in Dawn's mind: what if he condensed the lightning into a single point?
This took some practice; there were a few failed attempts that ended in small explosions of sparks, but he felt he was getting somewhere with each failed attempt. Then he had another idea. Using what he had learned from his wind training, he constructed a small aeroshell around the particle as he condensed it, shaping it into a small orb and contracting it as he fed more power into it until he finally got the result he wanted: a shining, pearlescent orb of pure ionised plasma held securely in the palm of his hand.
This, he believed, was the most powerful thing he could make with his lightning, the most primal and raw manifestation of this ability.Sending it skyward, and then hurling a bolt of lightning towards it causing the shell to give and the raw energy caintained within to explode outward into glittering motes of crackling plasma, almost looking like electrically charged snowflakes raining from the heavens, it was quite stunning, and pretty as his younger sister would say when he would later show it off.
Pacticing this for a few more days, he would sit in the garden pondering an orb of plasma until something caught his eye: the windchimes. As he fed energy into the orb, he noticed that the metallic bars on the windchimes would pull towards where he was sitting, almost as if drawn towards the orb. 
Then he remembered that he had read about Faraday's Law of Induction, which states that when you create electronic waves, you in turn create magnetic waves. Now he was curious.
Dissipating the orb of plasma, or rather tossing it in a random direction away from the house, Dawn started channelling positively charged energy in one hand and negatively charged energy in the other, and he could feel them being drawn together, and he smiled. He could control magnatism.
This was going to be fun.

Chapter 4: Ice & Rain

Admittedly, after mastering his lightning and wind, Dawn started to calm down with his studies and training, much to his parents' relief. He did, however, enjoy the new pranks he could play on his siblings, occasionally shocking them with electricity or magnetically charging them to a chair, leaving them stuck for a short time. His parents eventually told him to cut that out.
If anything, his family was taken aback by what Dawn was learning; what his parents had considered a myth or legend was now a reality, thanks to one of their own. Some were a bit jealous, while others, namely the younger siblings, looked to him as a role model that could teach them if they got the same elements he had.
Admittedly, Dawn was disappointed with his mastery of water. Sure, he could use it to cool himself off on warmer days, reduce friction on surfaces, put out fires, and a few other things, but otherwise he found it was just a holdover from his ability to control ice.
That had a bit more potential in his mind. He also had a lot of fun learning to make shapes out of ice, and he developed the odd habit of crunching on small ice cubes in his mouth; he didn't know why, but he found it oddly satisfying; probably something from his childhood; he'd have to ask his mother.
He also started having fun making small ice paths for him and his siblings to skate on, and walking on water—that one took some practise too.
He also found he could create small explosions by rapidly chilling the air, causing it to contract, and then, using plasma, doing the inverse, causing the air to expand outwards. This was dangerous, but it could prove useful if he learned to control it better.
He also figured out how to create dry ice, which, when he added water, created a thick fog, perfect for sneaking away in a classic 'Ninja Vanish' 
His training, however, would be cut short, and a real test would rear its head.

Chapter 5: Rising Storm

Dawn sighed as he watched the weather from the window. Sure, the storm right now was lame, he felt, in comparison to what he could wield, but they had been warned that it was about to turn ugly; they had received tornado warnings.
Before long, they could see one on the horizon, and it was heading in their direction, right for their family home.
They all looked to their parents for direction, their younger siblings wailing in terror.Just as he had always known them, his parents were brave and calm in the face of danger and quickly set about ordering his younger siblings into the basement while he and his older siblings started securing things around the neighborhood.
Dawn was growing concerned; there wasn't going to be enough time, and the wind was already hard to deal with. Only because of his training and aeroshell was he able to move around outside without difficulty.
"Mom, I'm getting worried; there isn't much time before this thing hits here, and we can't get everything secured." Dawn was stressed; he had lived here for his whole life, as had all his siblings and his father. And now they were going to lose it all to the wind.
Whatever his mother said in return was lost as Dawn's thoughts spiraled.
The wind, it was going to take their home. The wind he had learned to control, the wind he could tame.
The wind...
The wind was his!
He didn't know exactly how quickly he launched into action, but he remembered his mother's startled cry as he launched himself at high velocity towards the storm itself, trailing streaks of lightning behind him as he soared through the air.
The first thing he noticed was the debris in the air. That was going to be an issue; even if his plan worked, all this junk would still end up damaging stuff, hurting people, or worse, and he couldn't let that happen.
He spun out violently to dodge a large chunk of concrete as it careened towards him, and he responded by sending a couple blasts of compressed air at it, the hammer blows reducing it to dust.
"I can do this," Dawn cheered to himself as he angled his body to land on a piece of a house that was caught in the air, looking around at all the damage this storm had already caused and the lives it had ruined and put on hold.
He was once told to listen to the storm inside him, but today THIS storm would listen to him.
He focused on shifting the charge before leaping to the next piece of junk, still keeping each one tethered to him as he leaped from platform to platform, charging each as he went.
From the ground, the result was astounding. As each piece collided in the air, they began charging each other, acting as magnetic poles for each other, keeping them in close proximity and keeping them from flying away to cause more damage. forming a ring of live electricity around the tornado in the center.
Dawn smirked to himself, it was working. When he felt he had the majority of the junk in the air tethered to himself, he lashed a bolt of charged lightning towards the ground, causing all the charged debris to follow and slam into the ground, staying there where Dawn unleashed a torrent of ice to secure it. Keeping all that connected to himself and controlling the charge was taxing. Then he focused his attention on the main objective, and took off into the centre of the cyclone.
This was is, zero hour.
Focusing on the air around him, the sheer pressure of it was astounding, it felt almost like rage. It was almost as if the storm itself was unpleased by his mere presence inside it, as it itself was an actual living entity. It didn't matter; Dawn began rapidly chilling the air; admittedly, he had never done it on this scale before, but he had no choice; it was this or lose his home... possibly his family.
And then came the reverse, the air was frigid; he could feel it nipping at his scales. He was thankful for what came next. Wrapping the air around himself in a protective shell before rapidly re-heating the air outside the shell, the result was something the family would speak of for years.
After Dawn flew inside, nothing seemed to happen until the cyclone almost froze and then split a wave of air veering out in a ring as the tornado dissipated, the skies clearing up as the remaining clouds were also blasted away.
Dawn panted in the air for a moment before setting himself into a gentle glide toward his home, landing in front of his stunned family, the neighbours even standing in their yards staring in shock.
"So, that was a thing," he laughed, out of breath.