Determined

Draco went through the palace's residential chambers as he tried to find his men. 

He saw that none of them were in their rooms, so he assumed that they had already been brought to the training room by Jalal. 

He went to the training hall to see his suspicions confirmed. 

Instructor Jalal was currently running his troops to the ground, screaming at them as they ran laps while sweat dripped from their bodies in buckets.

This brought a smile to Draco's face, for they were slowly reaching their peak physical forms. 

It would still take several weeks for them to reach the level he required for his plans, but Draco had all the time in the world.

Leaving the training hall, Draco went back to his residence to check in on Snow and Hana. 

Opening the door, he just hoped that he wouldn't find the two engaged in another battle to the death. 

However, he was surprised to see the two sitting on a couch watching what looked like a Korean drama on the television. 

The palace servants had evidently restored the room back to a livable condition, and you couldn't even tell that half of the room had been destroyed yesterday. 

Snow and Hana were laughing as they watched their show, and they turned to look at Draco as he entered the room. 

"Draco!" 

"Master." they said.

"Good morning you two, I see that you're getting along nicely." Draco said. 

Snow laughed, "We actually have a lot in common. Did you know Hana also likes to watch K-Dramas? I never would've expected it." 

Draco smiled when he heard that, "I'm glad you girls hit it off. I was just stopping by to check in on you. Do you need anything before I go back to training?"

Hana shook her head, and Snow made a weird expression with her face. 

"No, I don't need anything. But don't think that I've forgotten what you did back in Tripoli. We still have some things to talk about!" she exclaimed. 

Draco chuckled wryly as he waved his hands, "Okay, okay. Let's talk later, alright?" 

Snow looked like she was about to say something, but Draco had already closed the door and retreated back into the hallway. 

'That was a close one. Hopefully she forgives me for what I did, but I don't want to get dragged into another argument.' Draco thought, wiping sweat from his brow. 

Draco then headed back to the palace courtyard, eager to resume training with his boots. 

The boots he had acquired from Tripoli's royal treasury were high-grade artifacts, and they were easily the most useful of all of the high-grade artifacts he had found.

He intended to practice his landings, and now he had no fear of his boots turning off on him while he was floating.

After all, yesterday he discovered that his boots could stay activated for four hours. This was more than enough time for Draco to use them without a fear of falling from the sky. 

Draco did the same thing as last time, and he got a running head start as he leaped from the palace's top steps.

Activating his boots, Draco soared into the air with his green robes fluttering around him.

He floated upwards for a good while before dropping back down to the Earth, falling at a breakneck speed.

He waited until the palace came into view before he activated his boots. Draco then gently touched down outside of the palace walls.

His landing was better than his first attempt, but he still wasn't satisfied. 

He wanted to at least be able to land within the palace walls before he could feel happy with his 'flying' skills.

Draco launched himself into the sky once again, but when he descended he caught a sharp updraft of wind and was thrown off course.

He wasn't able to do anything to stop himself from drifting far from the city, and when he landed he found himself outside of Benghazi's outer walls.

Cursing to himself, Draco flew into the air to try again. 

When he dropped this time, he managed to actually land on his intended target. 

He landed just within the palace courtyard, startling all of the nearby palace guards and putting them onto high alert. 

Draco simply smiled and waved at them before proceeding to launch himself back towards the sky. 

He managed to land within the palace courtyard during all of his next attempts, and he kept going for several more hours until he felt satisfied with the results.

During his last try he had even managed to land atop one of the palace towers. As he landed atop the palace tower's golden dome, he looked across the horizon to see that the sun was now setting. 

Draco had apparently spent the entire day practicing his controlled falling! 

By now, he would even dare to call himself an expert at it. 

He watched the sunset until darkness fell over the city of Benghazi, deciding that he would stay on top of the palace to meditate tonight. 

The moon slowly rose above the palace, and Draco promptly began the Moon Breathing technique he had learned from Harry. 

He followed the techniques convoluted steps, and soon he had entered a meditative state. 

Draco now knew what he had to do to identify his inner psyche, and after he had achieved a state of utter calmness he reached out to find it once again. 

He felt it throbbing within his chest, right below his chest. It was in the same place as last time, and since he didn't have to search for it he was able to find it much more easily. 

His inner psyche was calling out to him, and he welcomed it as he submerged his consciousness within it. 

Draco's five senses were blocked out entirely as he withdrew into his inner psyche, and he attempted to reach out towards the sky. 

He was trying to find the moon, but all he felt was an overwhelming sense of calmness. 

When he felt the sun earlier in the morning it emitted such an intense pressure and heat that it almost burned his inner psyche as he tried to reach for it. 

Draco didn't know this, but if he hadn't stopped himself from going further his inner psyche would've been burned entirely. This would have rendered him cripple, and his potential would've been snuffed out immediately. 

The sun was much easier to feel due to its intense gravity and heat, but the moon was an entirely different matter. 

It had a much more subtle gravitational pull, and the heat it emitted was nonexistent. 

As a result, when Draco tried to feel for it he was unable to grab ahold of its presence. 

This didn't stop Draco from trying though, and he reached upwards with his inner psyche in an attempt to find anything tangible. 

He spent many long hours submerged within his inner psyche, but to him it only felt like a short amount of time. Draco didn't even know what he was supposed to be looking for, and it was like he was reaching around in the dark for an outlet he couldn't even feel for. 

Before Draco realized it, the sun had already risen above the palace. 

Draco was broken from his meditative state as the sun's oppressive heat and pressure bore down upon him. 

Opening his eyes, Draco was surprised to see that daytime had come so soon. 

In reality though, Draco had been meditating for over 10 hours! 

Standing up from his position, Draco jumped from the palace tower and floated down towards the ground. 

Draco only had one thought in his mind, and that was passing the time until night came around again. He was determined to feel the moon with his inner psyche, and he wouldn't give up until he did so. 

Draco spent the entire day flying into the air and soaring through the skies of Benghazi.

He had gotten so good at controlled falling that he could identify a building he wanted to land on and touch down on its roof with his first try. 

Draco discovered that he could use his robes to act as a glider of sorts, and if he held his arms at the right angle he could control the direction he wanted to go in.

The thrill of flying through the air still made his heart race, and he flew about the city like it was a game. 

Draco returned to the top of the palace when night fell again, determination coursing through his body. 

He sat down and achieved a meditative state, quickly submerging himself in his inner psyche as he reached out for the moon. 

This night went about the same as the previous nights, and he was unable to feel anything except for a faint glimmer of pressure coming from the sky. 

Although Draco couldn't grab ahold of this pressure, he could tell that he was getting closer to sensing the moon's gravitational pull. 

When he opened his eyes to see the sun rising ahead of him, he realized that he hadn't slept for over three days at this point. 

Draco stood up and stretched his limbs, surprised that he didn't feel the least bit tired despite not sleeping a single time in the past few days.