PROLOGUE
He rushed across the meadow, his pack weighing him down.
"I can't let her have them! I can't!" he panted.
His footsteps became louder, until suddenly he tripped, the contents of his bag spilling out. There were six crystals: one that glowed with a red ember, one that was a clear blue, one with a beautiful green color, one that was all white and felt cold, one that sparkled and gleamed, and one with a mysterious black tinge. A shadowy figure stopped in front of the man, bending down to get the crystals.
"Thank you for bringing them back to me" she said "I was worried sick."
She took the crystals and dashed away into the night.
"I must return them to their hiding spots, and then, when the time is right, collect them again and awaken the machine. Then it will all end...soon...