Elements Of The Arts

by Writers Of Chaos

This is a story about an elemental guardian of the First Spinjitzu Master. He had a great many guardians, those that protected him and all the land that he created. This guardian's name is Hisoka, he is the element of Art, and he's passed his gifts down to his young descendants: Devan, Eumalia, and Jacob...

2. Chapter 1

(Seven Years Later)

Devan

I jumped over the small fence in front of me. I frequently looked over my shoulder, seeing if I had lost Eumalia yet.

Nope.

I saw the slight movement, telling me that my older cousin was still on my trail. I continued to run along the trail that the two of us had played along so many times when we were younger, before either of us discovered our Elemental Powers. As I was running, I was thinking about the hiding places that I knew, but then remembered that Emuelia would always find me whenever we played together.

"Hiding place... Where's a good hiding place...?" I asked myself.

Wish I had asked myself that sooner.

Eumalia was now standing in front of me, looking rather proud of herself.

"I win."

"I can see that." I said, sighing. "Wanna head back?"

"Yeah." The two of us walked back to the monastery, Eumalia looking at the trees and birds like they were the most amazing things ever.

"Hippie." I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing!" We continued to walk back to the monastery. I walked into the courtyard, seeing if dad had brought Micah outside. I saw the six-month-old sitting on a blanket on the stone, a small dragon stuffed animal in his tiny hands. I walked towards Micah, picking him up and kissing his forehead.

"You wanna see something?" I asked, putting Micah back on the blanket. I sat down in front of him, taking my sketchbook out of my bag. I opened to a page where I had drawn a small dragon, and thought of it coming to life. I few seconds later, something nudged my hand, and I saw the dragon. It was the color of the paper because I hadn't colored it in. Micah smiled, reaching towards the animal, which happily nudged the baby's hand.

"You're becoming very skilled with your power." I turned around, smiling at my dad.

"Thanks." I looked down at the page, which was now blank. "I wish that the picture would stay so I didn't have to re-draw them."

"Yes, that is a downside." Dad said. "But the more you practice with you power, the better you will be able to control the drawings." I tilted my head to the side.

"How?"

"In time, your drawings will listen to your commands, and even protect you." I looked down at the small paper-colored dragon, and it looked back up at me before going to play with Micah again.