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By Willow the Wisp

Disclaimers: I do not own anything but my mind. And sometimes not even that.

Have you ever wondered where souls come from? Oh yes, they are created. Many are old, but several are new. I know this because father made me realize that souls are made, and can be destroyed. My soul was created to become a warrior to stop a demon from destroying souls and the world around us.

There are five of us, four elementals and one that represents the spirit. Several lifetimes ago, their souls had been born, forged from the elements. In saving the world then, the one from water sacrificed her person. This distraught my father then, but seeing as the demon had been banished there was no need to replace her.

Now that demon has escaped, living between the astral and mortal plane. He is weak now, not doing more than the occasional horde of monsters beset against a remote village. Looking for the ones bearing the souls of those who trapped him long ago. And trying to make sure they never reunited.

When the old warriors died, their elemental masters decided to secrete the memories of the horrors that they had to face. This way, when they were reborn they could lead normal lives, not having nightmares from memories that were strong. They were cocky and overconfident, never thinking the demon would bide his time until he was strong enough to escape his confines.

My father knew that once the demon escaped he would hunt down those who fought him before, and they would be helpless without the knowledge of their past lives. He called my mother from the dreamscape; she was a descendant of the water warrior, and possessed a fragment of that same soul. He told her to meet him under the full moon on the shores of the sacred lake near our village.

She knew him for what he was, and had heard the whispers from the clan elders about the demon's escape. Knowing this, I guess she felt honored that he considered her strong enough to help create a savior of mankind. The elders made sure the history of what happened was never forgotten, as history has a tendency of repeating itself. They also made sure they kept track of the ancient water warriors line, knowing when it was called upon again, war was near, yet far enough away to train the new soul.

They met, and started to create the soul that is housed in this body. Taking a piece of each other's souls they combine the fragments and created a new soul. Niksa, the Lord of the water elementals, then placed the soul in my mother so a body would be made for it. Using his powers of healing and growth he made me grow fast in her belly, giving me as much time as possible to grow up and learn elemental and other types of magick and fighting methods.

This was also to keep us as close to each other in age as possible. The spirit warrior had been born almost a full turning ago. The others had been born intermittently since then, the earth warrior the last one to be born a season earlier. I was to be born the third full moon since my conception.

When my mother returned to the village, she was already showing her pregnancy. The elders knew that the rumors were then indeed true, and prepared training for me as soon as I was able to. Much laid upon me finding and reaching the other four warriors before the demon did, and to open up the seal that locked away their memories from the last war. If I opened up the seal wrong, or too quickly, the mind would break and the body would die.

Being a new soul I had much more to learn then if I was an old one, as I have no memories to draw back on. Some call memories from the old souls instinct, but we know better, as the druids have been at one with nature and the guiding force of the world since the beginning of time.

When the preparations were complete, I was brought into the world. They say that the eyes are windows to the soul; but sometimes the soul is so powerful, they are the eyes. That was the case with me, my soul is a pure blue, a blue the color of the depths of the ocean on a sunny day. My eyes have the color of my soul, showing the elders how strong my connection to the water element was. I was named Quatre since I was the fourth elemental warrior to arrive.

Thus begins our story . . .