This is a story about six very good friends. Each blessed with a gift that has been sealed deep within their hearts. However, none of them know about the epic journey they will embark on. Their strength will be put to the test as they try to stop chaos from enveloping an unknown world.
Six friends. Six elements. One universe that only they can save.
Chapter 1: Struggles
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"Shit...Why the hell does class have to start so early.."
It was 6 A.M. The early morning smell gently hovered into the small bedroom along with the crisp morning air. Tye sat up in his bed and tiredly gazed around his room. "I need a shower." Cracking his back, the nineteen year old raised himself from the bed and dragged himself into the bathroom. Before he stripped down, Tye looked over his features. His light blonde hair was messy and fell over his ocean blue eyes. His torso was covered with bruises and a scar here and there. Peering out the bathroom door, his eye caught the end of his black belt hanging on the wall. Funny..I don't remember putting it there. Returning to the mirror, Tye studied himself once more. He had a lean, muscular body. Scratching his head, Tye eyed the large scar that ran down one side of his six pack. It looks better. Yawning some, he stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run down his cold body.
Still asleep, Aubrey tossed and turned in the bed. Her hand reached out for someone who, to her surprise, had already gotten up. "Tye?" Rubbing her eyes, the nineteen year old yawned. Her ears caught the sound of running water and she fell back onto her pillow. "Why is he already awake?" She layed there for a while, slowly drifting back to sleep. However, her peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming. "Ughh. I hate our neighbors.." Rolling out of bed, Aubrey yawned while she stretched in the middle of their bedroom. Aubrey was quite short, standing at only 5'5, while Tye stood at 6'6. Her long black hair fell down to the middle of her back, and her dark brown eyes drooped lazily. She had a slim figure, slightly filling out at her chest and hips.
Sitting back onto the bed, Aubrey patiently waited for her boyfriend to finish his shower. Her fingers laced between her hair, tugging the small knot out of it. Several minutes slowly passed by before Tye emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. His baggy cargo pants fell around his feet. A fitted black shirt was stuck to his still moist body, and his messy blonde hair was now messy and spiked. "Morning beautiful." He smiled, taking a seat next to Aubrey. "Hey. Why are you up so early?" Frowning a bit, Tye glanced at the clock. "We have class today." Aubrey giggled a bit before gently kissing his cheek. "It's Sunday."
The wind shrieked along the narrow path, kicking the loose dirt into the sky. Peering over the edge of Mt. Blackthorn, Seth nervously hugged the side of the mountain. It was early Spring, and the cold winds of Winter still held it's hold over the large peak. From a bird's eye view, the gigantic structure covered the Earth for miles. One wouldn't be able to see the lonely knight grudging along the mountain pass. Behind Mt. Blackthorn layed the White Desert. Seth shuttered at the thought of possibly having to go into that death trap. His bright green eyes scanned the horizon. While the endless sand pile rested behind Mt. Blackthorn, a lush, green world slept peacefully in front of the mountain.
The morning light quietly danced along the sky, casting a bright orange across the rolling hills, large cities, and thick forests of Selius. To the East, Seth could barely make out the Kingdom of Rolburr. To the West of Rolburr stood Tellius. Beneath Mt. Blackthorn stood the Kingdom of Galma, Seth's home. Ten thousand years ago, the three Kingdoms were caught in the middle of a war. Death scorned the land. Tellius had sided with Rolburr, and Galma inched closer to destruction. When all hope had been lost, a single man appeared to the King of Galma, declaring that he alone could halt the bloodshed. Placing his trust in this man, the King commanded his army to cease fire. Seeing this unexpected act, the rival Kingdoms thought this was an act of surrender. Grabbing the opportunity to annihilate an enemy, the two armies advanced on the defenseless walls of Galma. They were stopped, however, by a lone figure. The figure demanded that the two Kingdoms halt the useless fighting, or they would suffer greatly.
Ignoring the threat, both Kings ordered the destruction of Galma; yet the outer walls never fell. To their astonishment, the lone figure brandished a large sword-Firesburn-and with it he destroyed both armies in an explosion of light and fire. Once the flames had died down, the army of Galma approached the walls of Tellius and Rolburr, forcing them to surrender. Soon after, a peace treaty was made. Before his departure, the lone figure approached the three Kings. He explained to them that he was a mage from the Kingdom in the Desert; an unknown place that supposedly produced powerful users of magic. The figure went on to explain that his King had ordered him to stop the war, and to entrust two weapons to each Kingdom. Each weapon had been blessed by the gods of the elements; Fire, Wind, Water, Lighting, Earth, & Metal. The weapons could only be wielded by those chosen by the gods, and those chosen would only appear in times of war.
So each Kingdom took two weapons. Tellius took Wolf bane, the Thunder Tome, and Silencer, the Wind Bow. Galma took Firesburn, the Fire Blade, and Tsunami, the Water Spear. Rolburr with Demetrius, the Rock Hammer, and Stellix, the Steel Axe. With these weapons, the Kingdoms would be protected from each other and any other threats that may occur.
Now, ten thousand years later, war appears to be erupting once again. Several small outbursts of violence have been swelling along the border of the White Desert. The three Kings believe the Kingdom in the Desert may be the cause of this uproar, and have sent Seth to investigate. Seth is a well respected Knight of Galma. He has earned the title of Commander, and envokes his command with a steady hand. However, many disagree with Seth's rank, due to his young age.
The knight is twenty-one years old, far too young to be a Commander. Yet his achievements and accomplishments have earned him such a high title. He stands at 6'3, and has a calm nature about him. His teal hair, scattered about his head, is a little darker than his emerald hues. A pressed white, button-up shirt covered his torso and a chain-mail undershirt could be visible near his neck. The sleeves rolled down his arms, suggesting that the shirt may be slightly big for him. Resting at his side was a sword. His baggy black pants blew in the wind along with the laces of his brown boots. Seth looked more like a mercenary rather than a Commander of an elite battalion. Yet his skill with the sword could not be beaten.
While his eyes soaked in the gorgeous view before him, a small glint of fear snapped in the back of his mind. This sudden news...I don't like it. If we do end up in a war against The Desert King..We're as good as dead.
The early morning sun had arched its way into the sky. The cool morning breeze had turned into a harsh blast of wind. Alex and Brissa sat under a large oak tree, lazily watching the branches sway vigorously. "They're late." "They're always late." Sitting up, Brissa frowned a bit before poking her friend's side. The eighteen year old had dark brown hair that fell just short of her lower back, and her caramel eyes showed a hint of annoyance. She had a curved figure, almost like an hourglass, and wore a pair of slick black jeans; along with a loose white shirt that blew with the wind and a pair of flip flops. Lying down beside her, the twenty year old grinned a bit. His short dirty blonde hair was full of grass as he rolled onto his stomach. His muscle shirt blew wildly as the wind picked up. He also wore a pair of black cargo pants, and a pair of black and white sneakers that completed his ensemble.
Brissa frowned again, lighting poking Alex's side once more. "B, did I ever tell you how impatient you were?" "Yes, several times." Sitting up, Alex poked his friend's forehead. "Give them five more minutes. It's not gonna kill you." Brissa sighed, her back falling against the soft grass while she anxiously waited. Seconds seemed like minutes as the two eagerly awaited their friends. Brissa, growing bored, stood and looked up the large tree. "Alex, when are you going to teach me how to climb this thing?" Glancing up, he laughed a bit. "When you can hang on without falling." Ignoring Alex, the girl circled the tree, trying to spot a low branch. Her eyes examined the dark brown trunk and the bright green leaves. She stopped for a second, just so she could take in the sheer beauty of one of the oldest trees she'll probably ever see. The sun's rays enveloped the tree with a golden glow, almost giving it a majestic look. For a split second, Brissa could have sworn she saw something embedded in the bark; but she dismissed the thought. Once again she found herself mesmerized by the great oak tree. Another couple seconds passed, although to Brissa, time had almost stopped. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander about. She saw the oak tree, standing there like a King. She saw the bright green leaves dance around the branches down to the trunk. The sun's rays filled her body with warmth, and she became ecstatic.
Her daydreams were cut short though, by the shouts of the people she had been waiting for. Pulling herself away from the perfect little world inside her mind, Brissa opened her eyes and found herself back in reality. Turning towards the shouting, she could see her twin running towards her. "Kyrie Marie! You're late!" Approaching her with a slight skip, Brissa's twin sister gave her a small frown. "It's not my fault. The others kept wanting to stop." Peering over Kyrie's shoulder, Brissa caught a glimpse of her friends walking up the small hill that led to the tree. Looking back at her sister, Brissa playfully pushed Kyrie. "Well then you should've kept going." "I tried, but Shawn kept talking about his new ideas for my room." Again glancing behind her sister, Brissa's gaze scanned her friends, stopping on Shawn. He was tall. About 6'3. His brown hair looked longer than usual, and was brushed back. His hazel eyes circled the world around him, eventually stopping to look at a bird that had landed next to him. He had on a blue V-neck T-shirt. His faded jeans brushed up against his legs as the wind picked up; and he wore a pair of black sneakers that matched the black wristband he wore as well.
Turning back to her sister, Brissa eyed the outfit Kyrie had chosen. Her slick black jeans were nicely fitted about her legs, and tucked into them was a tight-fitted long sleeve shirt that rolled over her hands. Kyrie's light brown hair blew in the wind, and her caramel eyes matched that of Brissa's, just like her figure. If it weren't for the pink highlights in Kyrie's hair, the two would be identical.
Walking behind Shawn, Brissa spotted Tye and Aubrey, hand in hand, completely ignoring the world around them. She couldn't stop herself from laughing when Shawn decided to butt in on their alone time, causing them to snap back to reality. "So now that we're all here, can we please go now? I don't want to be late." "Relax B. The movie doesn't start for another thirty minutes. We've got time to kill." Jumping up, Alex nudged Brissa's shoulder. "That's what you said yesterday! And they were sold out by the time we got there." Walking over to her, Tye draped his arm around Brissa's shoulder. "Settle down B. We'll get goin' soon. Just give us five minutes to rest, ok?" Tye laughed some, shaking his head as he made his way back to Aubrey. "Ok, five minutes!" Brissa yelled, running over to Alex and playfully jumping onto his back.
The wind had grown more violent within the hour. Seth, tired and barely catching his breath, made his way down the mountain pass towards the small outpost that lied ahead. There, he would be able to confront a fellow Galman, and hopefully get some answers.
It had grown late into the afternoon by the time the young knight reached the old outpost. Seth was surprised the small building was still even standing. Opening the old metal door, Seth entered the structure, finally relieved to be out of the wind's path. He was greeted by an older man, possibly in his mid-fifties. He had a thick black mustache that curled around his cheeks, turning into a long narrow beard. The man's sloppy black hair fell over his forehead and covered much of his face. Yet Seth could clearly make out two beady eyes hidden within the mess of hair. "You must be Marcus." Nodding, the old man pointed to an open chair. Seth nodded back and took a seat, impatiently waiting for the news this man had. Marcus scratched his head before he stood and turned towards the large fireplace at the corner of the room. He spoke with a deep, calm voice that echoed within the chambers. "I've sent three dozen of my men out towards the White Desert to investigate these rumors that have the King so worried. So far, we've discovered that the King of the Desert is indeed threatening war upon us. His intentions are unknown, however.." Marcus turned around, eying Seth carefully as he continued. "..However. We believe he has used his skilled magicians to manipulate one of the Kings." Seth's heart sank. His body grew limp and cold when the words reached his ears. "..Do we know which King he has under his control?" Marcus heaved a deep sigh, his voice once again booming throughout the room. "We aren't one hundred percent sure. But we believe it to be either Rolburr, or Galma." Seth, still in a small state of shock, nodded slowly. "If it's Galma..Then this assignment was just a diversion.." "But." Seth glanced up to the giant before him. :..If it's Rolburr." Marcus interrupted, "then the prophecy is unfolding right before our eyes. And our entire world may come to an end."