Elementals
Fire
The Wild Power prophecies were wrong. They were never meant to stop the darkness taking over. They were only meant to protect those who were the true warriors of the light and now these people have to be found…before it is too late.
Chapter 1
Fire consumes, it scorches the soul and melts the mind as it reaps those who are loved and those who are detested. Fire, death, makes no distinctions between who it sweeps away into eternal blackness…
The night had once again been chased away by the light of a fresh, new day. The autumn sky was bright blue and partially protected by white fluffy cloud that drifted over the golden sun from time to time, casting the earth into shadow. A slight breeze rustled that changing leaves that were transforming from a healthy green to a dying yellow and finally to a dead brown.
Ranchester town in North America was just beginning to stir into awakening. Those whose duties had started before the blessed light of dawn were completing their jobs and returning home to recuperate while those who worked in offices or in retail climbed into their cars, waved farewell to their families, and set off for an eight hour day or work. Teenagers were roused by loudly beeping alarms as young children settled down to breakfast before hopping madly around their houses, shouting at each other and playing with cherished toys.
As the morning dragged on and the sun climbed higher in the sky people began to carry out their daily, unchanging lives that sometimes forced them into dull boredom due to it being so repetitive. Nothing happened here. Nothing ever did.
But all that was about to change.
The bright sunlight gleamed on the roof a black corvette parked opposite Ranchester High school. One of the black tinted windows was open slightly and eyes shielded with stylish, dark sunglasses started out across the busy street at the teenagers and young adults milling outside the school.
There was, as always, the rich, beautiful, snobby girls that rose above all the lesser humans and scoffed others clothes preference and lifestyles that did not relate immediately to their own. The complete opposite to the popular people were those that were outcasts, those who had been shunned and survived in worlds of their own, silent as graves and purposely ignoring everything that was happening around them because they had previously been rejected. The last and perhaps most tormented group was the geeks, the freaks, the nerds, those that thrived through learning and cared nothing for fashion but relentlessly tried to fit in and ended up being used merely for their hidden talents or intelligence.
This didn't mean anything to the young man peering out of the car. To him each and everyone one of these people were identical, there wasn't a single difference between them.
They were human. He was not.
He pressed a button with a long white finger. The window rolled down further, revealing a shapely face, a slightly pointed chin and a long nose. His blond hair fell straight across his creamy forehead and his sensuous mouth was curled down in a scowl.
"Are you certain you want to do this, Sir?" asked a deep voice from the driver's seat hidden behind a plastic black window.
The young man picked up a black rucksack and pulled the latch to open the car door, "I am sure, Richens."
"Good luck, Christian," said Richens huskily, "I will be waiting for you when you are finished."
Christian pushed the door open and stepped out of the car, slamming it behind him firmly. He was dressed in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, something that would blend in so simply but wouldn't hide the paleness of his skin and his attracting aura to the humans. He threw the strap of his pack over his shoulder and set off, crossing the street after a white car passed and jogging up the steps. Most of the students had already entered the building and Christian joined the remaining rabble.
He had to do this. He had no choice. He had to find her…before she exploded and the end came.