Prologue
For which is lost shall be gained, when the Dark Master has all the power to destroy each being, four humans from one world shall appear in New Ark. These humans each having a significant value to defeat the Dark Master. Thy is essentially named the maker, the healer, the fighter, and the whisperer. They shall bring peace to the world and connect thy with-
Ella sighed as she looked at where the page was missing from the parchment. She continued reading.
Thy four humans shall be determined by their personalities. The maker, able to create anything out of any material within seconds, whether it be metal or wood, is sarcastic, sardonic, ignorant, and intelligent. The healer, able to use magic to fight or heal at any time, would be witty, carefree, cheery, and kind. The fighter, who can fight with any type of style, any type of weapon, should be hot-tempered, ill thinking, and playful. The whisperer, able to ask any being, either thy evil or good, for help and use the elements (Fire, Earth, Water, Air, and Metal), shall be calm, collected, and thoughtful. With these, they shall be balanced out.
Ella wrinkled her nose as her long silver hair got into her face. She looked up to the sky and sighed.
"When will that time be?" She asked the sky as her wings stretched.
The small fairy flew up from her perch on the branch and flew away to the Greenwood Garden, a safe haven for good magical beings like herself.