Chapter Two
I was born along with a batch of 6 other souls from the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life gives birth to another batch of 7 souls once a thousand years. From this batch a new healer is born, along with two warriors, two thieves and two archers, each blessed with an elemental power of water, fire, thunder, ground, wind, darkness, and light. Each element is stored inside an orb, in which 'souls' carry around with them all the time.
Elemental orbs are not dangerous tools, depending on the holder. The orbs are simple buffs that boost the soul's powers. Ordinary humans cannot use the orbs as the orbs are far too powerful for them to handle. If, for any reason an orb was to ever fall into the hands of a human, the world will break out into havoc and eventually, the orb will take-over the human's body and cause chaos. Most souls are able to handle the over powering orbs due to unusual rare genes the Tree of life provided for us, so the orbs won't be in any danger with most souls. "One elemental orb per soul is good enough for the soul to benefit from its powers. Two or more and that may result in a disastrous death," is what the Tree of Life always told us. "Risk your lives if you want. Risk the existence of the orbs."
I am the unlucky one, unfortunately. I had my orb destroyed the day that I was born. How? Some selfish healer wanted to possess all the elements. She had tried many times to take all of the elemental orbs for herself. Unfortunately, she only managed to take two orbs, and that instant of retrieving the two orbs, the orbs devoured her body leaving only the presence of her skeleton behind. Ironically, the villagers hated that lady, and once the news of her death had been spread among the villagers, everyone threw a huge party because they feared that they might experience the same fate as her. Partying to overcome fear is an old tradition in this village. People party for even the simplest reasons such as a broken fingernail. I never joined those parties, and neither my sibling souls. We are the isolated ones in this village, and all because of that selfish healer, but among us souls, I am the most hated one of all. My sibling souls looked down on me ever since the selfish healer's death. I am considered a selfish pig to my sibling souls. The villagers name us 'The Mysterious 7'.
No one really understands me. In fact the only person who understands my problems and conflicts is Wise Old Master Wu Shu. Master Wu Shu is like my father. He took care of all the souls in history by providing us with our daily needs. 100 years ago he mysteriously died of a rare disease. I felt a lot lonelier because of the loss of his presence. My sibling souls refuse to talk to me, and shortly after Master Wu Shu's death, they left home and I to explore the mountains. But that's what I thought. 100 years past and I am still sitting by my bedroom window with my bunny, gazing out into the fields, spying on fellow villagers, keeping track of all the newly born animals, longing for the day my sibling souls came home. Fortunately, only two of my sibling souls returned: Chihiro and Michael.