Hello. My name is Kor. Im not very special in many ways except that I have control over the elements. No one has had my kind of power in over a millennia according to the Scribes and Summoners at the Institute. What is the Institute you may ask? It is the headquarters for the League, a peace keeping gathering of champions with a wide array of talents and skills made to keep the peace between warring factions. I have been a Summoner for just over a year, but I long to be so much more. My deepest desire is to become a champion. Few know of my abilities. The High Summoner and his council wish to keep it that way. They want to keep me locked up and caged like an animal. They wish to keep my powers in check, and they make it very clear that I am to never use them. Ever. The following is the story of the trials I had to face to at long last become a true champion of the League.
I woke up to a banging on my door. I blinked the grogginess out of my eyes and shuffled over to answer it.
"Why aren't you dressed yet young lady?" The High Summoner Verrand asked in his shrill voice. "You do know what today is don't you?" he huffed and led me over to my vanity and began combing my hair. Through all of this I just sat there, as every time I would open my mouth to respond he would cut me off. "Today is The Communion. Every champion from every faction will be here today and we need all Summoners to be at their best. You are a promising young Summoner Kor. The champions need to be able to trust you." Finally my irritation got the best of me and I snapped.
"Alright fine!" I yelled ripping the brush from his hand. "Why. What's the point, I never get chosen to Summon anyways! The champions don't even know I exist! I just don't understand why you guys won't just let me become a champion! I could bring so much to the Rift!" A rough gale of wind had started up, whipping Verrand's robes around.
"Get you temper under control now!" he hissed at me. "This. This is why you are not allowed on the Rift. You are not in enough control of your emotions to balance out your magic yet! I told you this last night and I will tell you again. You are never to go on the Rift. It is far too dangerous." He huffed. "Now I want you ready in half an hour." He stormed out and slammed the door behind him. Tears stung my eyes as I sat down at my vanity again. A lone tear slipped down my cheek and I brushed it away. Pinned to the mirror was a picture of my mother. She was so beautiful. Her long, black, widow's peak hair fell clear down to her rump. Her blue eyes shone like deadly sapphires. She was once the best of the Summoners in the Institute. I sighed and looked at my reflection. Some say I am a spitting image of her, aside from my eyes. They were my father's stormy grey. I don't remember much of my parents. The only thing I do remember is what I did to them. When I was six, and my affinity for the elements was just surfacing, I had thrown a temper tantrum. The whole house went up in flames, and both of them perished. After that night I was whisked away to live my life caged at the Institute. That was the burden I have live with for thirteen years. I rested my forehead in my hands and noticed the small silver lines that marred my pale skin. I sighed again and picked up the brush, running it through my hair until it fell in perfect, smooth, silky waves.
Verrand had a tailor deliver a custom gown for this afternoons reception ceremony. It was a deep red chiffon ball gown. It fitted my tall skinny figure perfectly. I took it off and resumed my make-up. Dramatic smoke-eyes and black lipstick were carefully applied to my face. I filed my long nails to points and coated on black polish. I added a red sparkle top coat that matched the color of my dress. I slipped the dress back on and looked at the heels that Verrand had paired with the dress. I scoffed and with a half-grin tossed them aside. I slipped on a pair of black diamond studded flats. I prefer flats over heels as I have never been the most coordinated person in the world. I walked over and stood in front of the full length mirror. Something was missing. Jewelry. I thought to myself. I opened the box that was on my vanity and picked out a pair of Victorian style black gem earrings, and the matching lace choker. After applying them did one last once over in the mirror and, satisfied with what I saw, I walked out my door, and right smack into a wall of muscle.