In the lands of Shentara there is a legend about unfathomable power, that if wielded by the any of the elemental countries-fire, earth, electricity, water, ice, metal, or wind-could plunge the world into never ending darkness, or shed everlasting light. Some of the nations believe in this legend while others do not. The fire nation, which seeks to rule over all the land, have been trying to obtain each countries power for their own for centuries, and at last they have found another power in the nation of the Wind.
The council of Elders stood in the council room waiting impatiently for the Fire Lord to deliver his message. The door burst open to the dark room and the fire lord walked into the chamber in his black battle armour. The blackened armour had originally been red just like the rest of fire nation armour, but the countless battles that the fire lord had been in had scorched it into a black that could not be removed; the shoulder pads which had been shaped like dragon heads had been chipped and scratched. The chest plate, which had been created from the scales of a black dragon, also had a few scratches on it but still held its ability to enhance his fire manipulation.
"As you all well know the fire nation has been searching for the seven powers" Said the fire lord.
"Yes, we are aware of this" Stated a council member.
"Well, we have found the earth nations power."
"Really? Then we should send a dispatch to retrieve it." Stated another member.
"I did, but they where all killed except for one."
"How do you know this?" Said the last member in the room.
"Their bodies where returned to us this morning. I am preparing my Armies to attack the Wind Nation, which is the last place the power was seen in. According to the survivor the power has manifested its self into a person."
"Then why did you come to us to tell us this?" Asked the Council leader.
"This council will keep the order while I prepare my armies" replied the Fire Lord.
"Why did you not ask Sagek and his weapon masters to do this for you?" asked the council.
"They will be infiltrating the target city from the rear and start a search for the Wind Nations power." With that statement the Fire Lord turned around and left the chamber to let the Council think about what was just said.
In the town of Shora a sixteen year old boy named Darrian pulled a sword from its sheath and looked at the eager young kids standing in front of him. Standing 5'11, with mysterious brown eyes and dark brown hair, he started to show the young kids how to hold and wield a sword. Individually he showed them sword play that was best suited for their body structure. "Very good class, now find a partner and spar for a while." Darrian instructed. As the sound of metal striking metal gradually increased Darrian noticed someone walking up to the court yard. "Who are you?" asked Darrian. The newcomer looked at him and drew his sword. "I want to join your class, but I want to see if you are worthy enough to be called my teacher." He ran at Darrian stabbing at his chest. Darrian made a slight movement and the blade broke as it hit his chest. Taking the opening Darrian punched his opponent in the jaw knocking his head up, then spun around and kicked him into the tree that was three meters behind him.
"Is that a good enough demonstration for you? My students right now could probably beat you, and I've only been teaching them for a week." Said Darrian. As he tried to take a step forward he realized that his foot was stuck. "So that's it, huh? You're an Earth Manipulator." As the opponent got up he said "Yes, that is correct, my name is Lyon."
"Lyon eh? Well let me teach you something about earth manipulation." Darrian suddenly pulled his foot out of the ground and shot a chunk of earth at Lyon. At the last second it split almost completely down the middle except for a piece of it at the back. It struck Lyon in the chest and clamped him to the tree suspending his feet of the ground. "You cannot manipulate the earth if you're not touching it" said Darrian. Then he let him down. "If you want me to train you, then go to the outer wall and let me know if there is any sign of trouble." Lyon ran to the outer gates to gather the information needed. "That's enough for today class. Dismissed." As the kids ran off to go home Darrian looked up and realized that it was getting late and decided to go to the wall to see how the patrols were doing. Upon arriving at the wall Darrian asked. "How are the patrols of Shora?" As Darrian climbed the steps to get to the top a patrolman answered. "We have received a message from a fire nation General." Darrian reached the top of the wall and said. "Let me see it." The patrolman handed him an arrow that had a note scrawled on it.
Return to us what escaped and we shall spare your lives, we have 10,000 men waiting to storm the city if you do not cooperate with our demands. You have until dawn to give us our answer or we will attack your people and wipe them off the planet and into ash. We await your reply.
"What should we do your brother; the king has no time to send an army to reinforce our soldiers here." Darrian answered. "While my brother is away I shall rule this city and I say rally the army we have." The patrolman ran to give the orders to the barracks. Lyon walked up to Darrian's side and said. "What did they mean by, return to us what escaped?" Darrian searched for an answer but came up with none. "I do not know but I will not let Shora be burned to the ground, you wanted me to teach you how to fight with a sword now you have a chance to truly prove yourself. Go to the armory and suit up, your joining the front ranks." Darrian turned around and walked to his chambers to put on his own armour. Darrian walked into the chambers and opened a closet at the end of the room. There before him stood pure white armour made from the scales of a white dragon. Each shoulder pad had the traditional eagles head of Shora marked into the metal. The leggings also made from white dragon scales had been enchanted to fit Darrian as he grew. After Darrian had put his armour on he turned around and stepped towards the mantle on the wall. On the mantle was an elegantly curved sword that was forged from the bones of a silver Dragon the sheath had a Dragon carved into it which curled all the way down to the tip. The hilt of the sword was made of Onyx and had silver gripping rapped around it. In the pommel, which was shaped into a dragon claw, was a smooth diamond. Darrian quickly strapped the sword to his side and picked up his helmet on the table. The helmet, shaped like a small dragons head, covered Darrian's entire upper face except for two holes which Darrian could see through. As Darrian walked out of his chamber he heard the foot steps of his army nearing the courtyard. "Captain!" Darrian shouted. A short man ran up to Darrian and said "yes sir?" "How many soldiers do we have?" The captain answered. "We have 1500 soldiers and another 500 who can manipulate elements. So all together we have 2000 men ready to fight sir." "Good get the archers I'm going to give the fire nation my answer now." Darrian walked up to the wall and shouted to his men. "These fire nation soldiers come to our land and expect us to give them something we do not have! I for one will not accept this mistreatment! I will stand and fight to protect your land and the land of our fathers! I ask you now, will you stand and fight with me, the white mist of Shora? It will not be an easy battle, so pick up arms and prepare yourselves for the gods now test your will and devotion!" The speech was answered with a load roar of cheering. "Archers to the wall, it is time to answer their message." As the archers ran to the wall the sun was swallowed by the mountains. Lyon ran to Darrian and said. "You are the white mist of Shora? Your legend reached my ears shortly after you slew your first dragon." Darrian replied "I have slain many dragons and their scales and bones have been turned into my armour and my weapon, my sword was created form the bones of a silver dragon, and was tempered with a fire dragons breath. It cannot be shattered and can absorb fire and metal manipulators abilities so they cannot manipulate it. My armour is twice as hard as dragon scales because it has been hardened by white dragon ice. The armour is always warm and never chafes and it cannot be pierced by magic or arrow, sword can only pierce the weakest points but that won't happen. My helmet gives me the senses of a dragon, which includes hearing, sight, and smell. Here feel the wait of my sword" Darrian drew his sword and passed it to Lyon. "It's so light, and has a good counterbalance. It is truly a masterpiece. How many dragons have you slain?" Lyon passed back Darrian's sword as he said. "I have slain a lot I never kept count; I only slay them if they get out of hand though. I want a dragon mount but I need to find a nest for that and that will take a while. But for now draw your sword and get ready." Darrian ran to the Archers who where now stationed in their posts and behind the walls. Darrian drew his sword again and yelled. "Archers! Draw your bowstrings. Aim for the enemy encampment." Darrian pointed to where the camp is and shouted. "FIRE!" The Arrows flew from the wall in an arch and the pure white moon was tainted by the black arrows as the blotted it out. The arrows arched downwards and hit their target. The camp suddenly burst into commotion as the arrows struck the fire nation army. Before there was time to react the archers shot another volley to hit the same target. Then seemingly out of nowhere a return volley of arrows struck the front wall and some archers. As about 20 bodies feel from the wall the Fire army started to march towards the castle. "Prepare yourselves and draw your swords!" The rest of the Darrian's army drew their swords and awaited the fire soldiers to get past the archers. After the volley of arrows stopped bombarding the archers, there where only five left alive. Before Darrian could shout orders to them they where engulfed by crimson flames. "Damn it they have manipulators in their army!" A soldier shouted. Darrian went to the gate and brought a wall of earth in front of it. He then walked up the stairs and shouted to the fire nation army. "Why have you come here?" A volley of arrows bounced harmlessly off his armour. "We do not have what you want." Another volley of arrows bounced off his armour. "leave and we will spare you." Darrian was engulfed in flames. The flames quickly dissipated and Darrian stood their with his sword drawn and he shouted. "Tell me what you need and I will get it for you." The fire nation general stepped forward and shouted. We want the earth kingdoms power which has found its way into your city, you refused to give it up peacefully so we will take it by force. There will be no more negotiations." The general drew a great sword and ran to the gate. With a few swings the gate shattered to reveal the rock in his way. Darrian Jumped down beside the general and said. "I can kill you now or when you enter the city. The choice is yours." The mighty general turned and sung his sword. Darrian jumped the blade and stabbed it into the generals' shoulder. The generals cry of pain echoed through out Shora. "This city will not be taken without a fight, for every soldier in Shora that is killed five of yours will be slain, manipulators or not." Said Darrian. With that he pulled the sword out of the fire generals' shoulder and stabbed him in the chest.