The Elemental King and Scarlet Overkill

It all started with the prophecy. The king ruled for the longest time. Nobody really knows how long the King has really ruled for. To be honest, before the prophecy, it was rather peaceful. The Elemental King would only slaughter those who committed crimes. He made an example of whoever he killed, so others would fall in line. After a while, there was no crime. People got used to their new life, their new ruler. Sure, they lived in fear, but a lot of people knew, that if they behaved and followed the rules, no harm would come to them. Then, it happened. The prophecy came, a tale of eight children who would step up and dethrone the Elemental King. After the prophecy came, the Elemental King slaughtered every child he could find in every country and place he owned. Soldiers and Golems ripped babies out of mother's arms, killing them in cold blood. The Elemental King's true colours were shown.

"Scarlet, report, now!"

"Your Majesty, no sign of the chosen ones have been seen yet. What shall you have me do, sir?"

"Hmmmmm.......Go search again. Look everywhere. Forests, graveyards, you name it. Leave no area unmarked. Bulldozer, you go with him. Mirajane, have you and your fellow Mord Siths search as well. Jian, Beast, you two work together to find the elementals. As for you, Lee. I want you to guard the castle. I have somewhere I need to be."

With that, the Elemental King rose from his throne as Scarlet left the room. He gave a small snicker, before clicking his fingers and with that, he disappeared. Still no sign of the chosen ones. Was the prophecy a lie? Maybe, but he couldn't take any chances. He wouldn't take any chances. No matter what.

Distial

Distial walked over to one of the graves slowly, she pressed her hand on it, and gently push the cover from it, revealing a skeleton. She stared at it for a moment, before nodding to herself. She placed a few flowers within the coffin and then returned the lid to it's rightful position. The old, ancient, Temple of Shadows. No light entered the temple. It was always so dark and gloomy. Perfect for her. Of course, she has never gone to the outside world, and never plans to. Hidden deep within an abandoned graveyard. No ordinary person would ever come across it. Although, she wasn't an ordinary person now. In fact, she was born within the Shadow Temple, and now, forever bound to it.

Master Grey

Master Grey, he who is an old man. Over a hundred years old, and still as fit as a fiddle. How does he do it? A man his age would be withered, dead, if not dying. Not him, he sat down within his secret quarters, pen in hand. Writing what seemed to be a note, a letter. It read the following...

'Dear Alex,

I haven't sent you a letter in a long, long time.. I have been watching you closely. I am a dead man walking. A man long thought dead. I know you have been searching for those who carry the Elements of the Gods. Searching for a sign that they exist, this, is the sign. Starting today, the Elemental Ones will start revealing themselves. If one does not act quickly, they may fall within the wrong hands. Please, make haste towards the south east, there you will find an old abandoned graveyard. There will be a large circle stone at the very back. Stand on it, and chant the words, 'Ta la tu mu ta la tu mu akaulama' When these words are chanted, an ancient Shadow Temple shall be revealed, hidden behind the darkest moons. I would go myself, but, I cannot reveal myself yet as I would draw too much attention. For now, I must remain dead. I will be watching you, Alex. Just be weary, after all, this one has great power, and that power comes with a price.'

With that, he placed the pen down. He then rolled up the letter and held it together with a thick piece of string. Then, he threw it into the air, and with that, the letter disappeared. It would drop down from the sky and land right in front of her feet.

[b]Julia[/b

Julia walked slowly around the village. Her soft blue eyes studied the area for a moment. She took the bag from the back and then placed it down on the floor. She took out a quick map for a moment and gave a small smile, nodding to herself. She had a feeling something was hidden here, it was just a feeling in her gut. After all, this was the closest village to the Elemental King's Castle. She placed the map away, then zipped up her bag and placed it back on her back, sighing softly. For now, she would just wait. Soon, the Chosen Ones would appear, and when that time comes, her purpose would reveal itself.

Seth

Seth sat upon her house, watching the village from high above. She had lived in this village for years now. In fact, she was a part of a resistance against the tyrant king. She smiled to herself, still in her armour of course. Her sword sheathed and away. She never took of her battle armour, never. She was a born warrior, she was just itching for a fight. She jumped down from the building and stretched herself out with a yawn, she should go see the others soon.

Vince

Vince walked slowly within the Town of Elderson. A smile covered his face, his hair over his eyes as he looked towards the ground. His t-shirt was covered in blood. He slowly looked up, wide eyes. He had fun back there, more fun he has ever had in such a long time. He wanted more. He licked his lips softly and began to laugh historically. As he did, a small knife dropped from his sleeve and into his hand.

Agitha

Agitha was not in a town, nor was she in a village. She was among the flowers and bugs she called home. She sat upon the field of golden flowers. Her hand held out, full of little insects such as spiders, ladybugs and caterpillars. She let a small smile come across her face. She was happy, so very happy. She was enjoying her day so far, spending her time with mother nature.

Wolf

Wolf ran along the buildings quickly, inspecting the village. He flipped back for a moment, and hid within a small bush. All seemed peaceful for the moment, he smiled, and nodded to himself. He then ran along behind the buildings some more, who was he, what was he? A spy, that is who he was. He had been watching the village for some time now. After all, it was the closest town or village to the Elemental King's Castle, and yet, it seemed so peaceful. He huffed a little, then again, a lot of places seemed peaceful. After all, those who followed the law of the king, were never harmed.

Raiden

Raiden surveyed the town closer, he had never been here before. Apparently, it was called, the Town of Elderson. It was an interesting place, rather peaceful too, too peaceful in fact. He had a bad feeling to be honest. One that didn't settle well for him. It made him feel on edge, he looked around some more, until a laughing man caught his attention. He stared at him, keeping his distance for now. He seemed dangerous, obviously. Although, before he acted, he needed to study his enemy.

Korta

Korta lived peacefully within a secluded little village. Way out the way of the Elemental King. Volcanic Village, a name given to the village because of the volcano that lived above it. The volcano, Mt Steam, it was hundreds of years old. Still, it hadn't erupted. Well, if it had, the Village Chief would handle it. The entire village, each resident were a Tribal Person. It wasn't a normal village. It was a Tribal Village. Korta in front of the Chiefs Hut, her home as she drew pictures into her notepad.

Little Red

Little Red sat upon her giant snake, Orochi, as it slithered through the giant power plant. Don't worry, it was only a paper snake. The snake lifted her up and she hoped up and grabbed the ladder. With that, the snake crumbled apart, returning to normal paper, then the paper fused with Red as she climbed up the ladder. Once she was at the very top of huge power generating tower, she smiled and sat down, kicking her legs out as she did. She enjoyed this place, it was so nice, the tower must of been about 60ft tall. Sure, it was quite high up, but, she wasn't afraid.

Isabella

Isabella ran quickly, her scythe out, covered in blood. She was panting heavily, she looked back and as she did, a single golem shot a fire blast at her. She continued to run, and quickly pointed her hand to a boulder, using the particles from that, she made herself as hard as rock, as the fire blast hit her, it burnt the rock slightly but it was nothing compared to what she would of taken. She ran into the village, continuing to pant as she ran in, she fell to the ground. She looked back to see the golem had disappeared. She sighed softly, she was badly injured, covered in cuts, bruises and blood. She needed help, she needed to find somebody, she slowly got herself up and laid against a building. She could heal herself with her power, but she hadn't the energy.

Viktus was in meditation at a clearing not far from camp. His band of freedom fighters called the Guardians were hard at work, preparing for a raid operation on a caravan of supplies. Viktus however, was using nature as vital tool, by communing with it he could learn everything within the area he was attached too. So far nothing out the ordinary was in his area of influence and for that he could only be thankful.

His guardians were a well trained band of militia fighters who had joined him when they could no longer stand the Elemental King and his atrocities. Some had lost children, others had lost their entire families in the carnage of war. Everyday Viktus was reminded of this loss when he thought of his home, now completely wiped off the map. What kept him going was hope that one day the prophecy would become true and that he could build a new home for himself and others.

His campaign had not been easy. The soldiers and others with powers had long been a major issue with his Guardians and they were hunted, always on the move. Right now they were stationed out in a grotto, away from prying eyes of townsfolk loyal with the King. Soon, they would move again after the raid on the caravans. It would happen soon, that much everyone knew, so they were on high alert.

Kimber, with her orange hair hidden under the hood of her navy jumper, slowly inched toward the cabin she once called home. She hated returning, it was the one place that the kingsmen were certain to have seen her, however, she needed to go back, she had things she needed to collect. Quickly surveying the area from her position behind a tree she made a dash for the log cabin hoping that the dark would conceal her from the possible wanderers of the night. Slowly shutting the wooden door the teenage element slowly grew a small flame to float above the palm of her hand. It was only small as she could not, would risk increasing its size in fear of being caught, it offered little light but enough to find her way through the cabin, although that may be purely of sense and memory.

With her hand outstretched she slowly guides herself through the small cabin to her old room on the left of the house. She makes her way to her wall where, in its place, the sheathe to her sword she once used for hunting hung on the wall. She was sure one of the kingsmen would have inspected her house, the Element king was many things, cruel, ruthless but not an idiot unless... she slowly grabbed the sheathe, yanking it off the wall. She raised her hand, shedding light on where the hilt of the sword should have sat... and it did. It was evidence, how was it not taken. Unless he, or she, who had been assigned to inspecting the cabin left it there on purpose for some reason.

The field of grass and flowers went on for as far as the eye could see, and one got the feeling that they continued on for awhile after that, but just to be sure there was some squinting done, just to make sure. That didn't change anything except that now Jynmi was a lot closer to being completely certain he didn't know where he was as opposed to only partially certain. No, that wasn't right. He had a perfect understanding of exactly where he was, it was everything else around him that didn't know where to be. "Shouldn't be this hard." He muttered as he stopped to pull out the little map the old man, in the strange little shop that wasn't there the next day, had sold him. Carefully, so not to rip his only chance at getting to the town the couple of the inn had insisted was home to a few rebels, he opened the map. "But it is." He looked the map up and down. It didn't make any sense so he tried turning it over, and there wasn't any improvement with understanding exactly where he was. "I'm starting to think someone just took a picture of an old person's face up close and added some blue for water."

With a long sigh he let his heavy shoulders down and grumbled about how unfair things where, but not for long since he was starting to get hungry, and there was a nice little flower bed just a few yards away. It would be a good place to sit down for a spell and enjoy the last of his provisions.

Night approached quickly now, the time had come to battle. This operation would be a hit and run, a blitz so that they could hit the enemy hard and thy couldn't hit back. Viktus had left the grotto with his Guardians several hours ago, now they waited at the edge of the forest, which bordered a field of flowers. The first horsemen arrived, scouts no doubt and soon the Caravan would arrive.

As if on Que, several old rickety carriages appeared, coming out of the forest on one of the kings roads. There were well guarded and it looked like a band of mercenary fighters had been hired for extra protection, meaning whatever was in those carriages was important. He gave the call, and silently arrows were strung, then fired at the caravan hitting several targets. They then charged forward, now amidst the cover of darkness.

Cyreus' head burst out between the waves, a pale speck among the white and blue ocean. As he walked back onto the beach he glanced down and pushed the wound on his chest. Only a small trickle of blood oozed out from the wound. As he put his clothes back on he looked at the setting sun. By his estimate it would be a few minutes until the sky would be black. He pulled his trident out of the sand and twirled it to get rid of any sand attached to the prongs. Cy started walking along the beach making his way to the rather large fishing port on the other side of the headland.

As he walked through the rows of houses, merchants shops and twisting alleys Cy could still here the sound of crashing waves. The smell of salt, fish and tar permeated the air. As he walked the roads a few people cheered for him. Cy grinned and waved his trident in the air. The celebrity treatment was growing on Cy. As he walked towards the docks Cy's stomach rumbled loudly. He wondered if somebody on the ship had cooked something up to eat for him.