Weird idea that totally just came to me! Most of it isn't mine, but, like, yeah!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush

There is a world of four nations, or continents, as your kind call them, certain people are born with the gift of "bending", or controlling one of the four elements. Some people are lucky and can control more than one element. One is lucky enough to be born with the power of controlling one.

The process of becoming a master at your skill is a long one, but is rewarding as it is challenging.

Four nations. Four boys. Here is their story.

"I want to make sure that my son isn't trying anything too hard that would harm him. He is very delicate, you know." Stephan Mitchell reminded his son's tutor. The tutor nodded. "I have been keeping him on level one, sir. Basic breathing exercises only." He reported. Mr. Mitchell nodded as a maid poured him a cup of coffee. "Good, good."

Logan POV

I could hear the crowd cheering me on as I made a giant rock hit the guy I was fighting from his left side, widening my stance to do so. I moved my hands swiftly, loving the feel that the earth particles made. I had to admit, this guys was pretty good. I mean, even with his broken noise and the whole left side of his head bruised, he was still fighting the best that he could. Sadly, the best that he could fight wasn't enough to take me down.

I'm just going to come out and say it: This guy was the most inexperienced person I had even fought. And that was saying something. I guess that everyone who fought be thought I wouldn't be much of a challenge – 5ft9, pale skin from my parents never letting me leave our property, dimples…

I mean, what type of Earth Bender had dimples, for crying out loud?

But never minding that, everyone underestimated me. My parents, everyone that worked in our home, the people that I fought in the ring…

The poor bloody guy that I was fighting lunged at me and I slid to the left and into a cat-stance, elevating a huge hill in the earth so that it shot his body upward. I watched with a satisfied smile as his body rose above the ground. I flicked my wrist downward and the earth became flat again, and the guy fell to the ground with a loud thud.

I was so messed up. Was I seriously enjoying this? But this was what I was born to do; I am an earth bender.

I stared at the guy, who lay face down on the earth arena. I turned on my heel and inspected him slowly, and I could sense his movement in the earth before anyone else could see it.

I quickly turned to the side and waved both of my arms to the side, creating a wall of earth to protect me from that the punch that he was going to try and throw at me.

How do I explain this? I…can control the earth. Like, rock particles and stuff, you know? Not everyone can do it. You are either born with it or not. I mean, I have heard of people going to some temple to ask the spirits for power or something, but that didn't exactly sound realistic.

I laughed to myself as I felt my opponent punch the earth wall beside me, injuring his hand in the process. I would be done with him in no time at all.

Yeah, I can feel the earth. When people shake, move, you know; things like that. My earth bending helps me to feel the vibrations in the ground and with that, I can tell when people are going to move in battle, if they are lying to me judging on if they shake or not as they speak, things like that.

Pretty cool, huh?

I slid my hand down on the wall, and it disappeared back into the earth. I watched as my opponent struggled to get back up and growled at me, shaping his bloody hands into claws and holding them up towards me.

Um, excuse me, was that supposed to look threatening?

The crowed chuckled, and I had to laugh. Confusion darted across my opponents face and for a moment, he was distracted. I took advantage of this, and started throwing large boulders at him with my earth bending. I could've sworn I heard a few ribs crack.

I walked over to where he lay, taking small, heavy steps as I usually did with my shoe-less feet. Hey, what can I say? It is defiantly cooler and more convenient to see with my feet as well as my eyes, and I couldn't very well do that with shoes blocking my view.

I gathered that the crowd was waiting for me to finish him off, because I could still see his chest rising up and down the faintest bit. I'm not like that, though. I fight to learn; for the experience. Not to kill. Not like I needed the money anyway. The Mitchells were the richest family in all of the Earth kingdom, and close friends with the earth king.

The ref started walking up behind me, counting ten seconds out slowly. I guess that they were trying to give this guy the benefit of the doubt. This was my tenth consecutive win this week, and I think that everyone was kind of getting tired of me at this point.

Well, too bad for my haters this time, because the ref finished counting. He pointed to me. "The Invisible Worm wins! ….Again." He forced out the last part, not sounding to enthusiastic rolled my eyes and walked towards the exit of the ring. I know what you are thinking about my stage name. Well, worms are always in the earth, and you know, no one can know that I am such an advanced earth bender, so…

The poor guy who I had beaten still didn't get up, and was just lying there. I could hear whispers of the people who had bet on my opponent and were not happy.

Sigh. Rookies.

I took of walking back to my home through a shortcut that only I knew of in the forest. No one ever went in there, not since the fire nation had started expanding colonies throughout the Earth Kingdom. Thankfully they had not yet reached the city where I lived, the capitol, but the Earth King was expecting it to come soon. Our small army was ready, though I didn't think that would be enough. Who cared what I thought, anyway? I was just Logan Mitchell, the small and helpless son of the richest couple in the Earth Kingdom.

Just as I was almost reaching my home, a firm hand pressing down on my shoulder pulled me to a stop. I had felt who it was before he had reached me; I could tell those footsteps anywhere.

I sighed quietly and turned around to face the mystery person. I knew exactly who it was.

"Aren't we forgetting something, Mr. Mitchell?" He asked, mocking my name.

"I remembered, of course, whatever. I was gonna give it to you after I snuck back home without my parents suspecting anything." I lied. Jett smiled a smile that told me that he knew I was lying.

Even though Jett is an earth bender like me, he doesn't know how to see with his feet. He hasn't learned that much technique yet. He was supposed to be something like my earth bending tutor. Well, the tutor that I have at home for earth bending still has me at level one when I know that I am much farther along than that, and Jett here barely ever taught me anything.

All of my wins, everything I knew, came from the countless nights I spent in my favorite cave with these badger moles. They are blind, like I once had been, but earth bend just like I do, and taught me how to see with my earth bending, as well as do other things.

Used to be blind? Well, when I was younger, I was very sick. We already covered this, didn't we? I couldn't see, and I didn't cry, or eat or anything. My eyes didn't even open. They called all of the best healers, everyone, to help, but no one could do anything for me.

They thought I was going to die. My grandfather, the master earth bender, had put me in a cradle that he bended out of earth, then bended a tent around me. My parents and he both asked the sprits if they would help, if they could save me.

Just as the clocks struck midnight, my eyes opened, and I started to wail. I waved my arms all over the place, and rocks started flying everywhere. A tattoo grew on my arm, the symbol of Earth.

Ah…heartwarming story, isn't it? So I supposed I owe both my grandfather and the spirits my life, I guess.

However, Jett wanted a reward for his "tutoring", so have of my winnings he obtained.

Again, not that I needed the money, but if I ever plan to leave to go to school or something…

I want to be a healer, like my great grandfather was. My grandfather was an earth bender, so I think that I get a little something from the both of them.

"Be nice now, Mr. Mitchell. You wouldn't want anything to happen." He admonished. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Yes, I would never want to cross you, of course not, or else your little gang will be after me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to be getting home." Always the gentleman, yes I was.

Weird idea, right? This was just Logan's intro. If you guys like it, I'll add all of the other guys. I think that it is pretty interesting, and enjoyed writing it. If you guys review, I'll post the next chapter tonight, if I finish writing it.