So I've decided to take on this story as my next one! I hope to make this one even better than my last story! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Cudos to IcyIce for being the first reviewer! By the way, this story will be bouncing around from certain character's point of views. They will most often be switching between the main characters and not some of the side characters that I have put in. I want to have at least one chapter from each character's perspective though. I think that that would be cool. However, I probably will have to stick where most of the action is happening or else the chapters would just be filler.

Midnight-I agree that Kai can do better than Skylor in my opinion. I don't think she was a very well developed character besides she's the evil guy's daughter. I think the animators kinda just forgot about them cause they haven't had any real interaction together since the Tournament of Elements. And I'm always open to ideas no matter what my opinion is! I always think suggestions are very helpful!

COLE

The moment reaping the Reaping ended they were swarmed by warriors. Some grabbed the little kids, who are already looking very unnerved by their immediate taken of custody.

"Guess the younger kids are more likely to make a bolt for it." Cole thought.

Some of them shrink into their shirts at the touch of the warriors, however, a few of them, included Cas, the curly haired boy he recognized, weren't a fan of such.

"Let go of me," His high-pitched voice rang out.

He wiggled like a worm and tried to free himself.

"I can walk by myself," he protested, trying to peel the calloused hands off of his shoulders.

But it was already too late, resistance wasn't tolerated and was thrown harshly to the ground. By the time he turned over onto himself knees to stand back up, there was a spear in his face. The group had stopped walking and were now watching the scene unfold. Some snicked quietly at the recklessness of the boy's actions while others watched uneasily.

"You will not resist. What says goes. Either that or there will be one less competitor."

"I just wanted to walk by myself. I don't like you. And I don't like you touching me." He protested quietly, wiping the dirt from his palms.

Not quiet enough as the guard pressed the sharp tip of the spear against the side of his head trapping him between the dirt and the pointed spear.

"Okay, okay," Cole said grabbing the handle of the spear.

He stared calmly into the guard's face, unflinching as he narrowed his eyes at him. He kept a tight hold on the pole of the spear just in case. He didn't want it to go through the younger boy's head if anything went wrong.

"I think he got the message," Cole stated.

The guard huffed, removing the spear and bringing it down with a sharp clank right next to the boy's face. With the situation deescalating, the group had started to turn away and move on.

"Thanks..." Cas told him, a thin trickle of blood oozing down his forehead as Cole helped him up.

"Cole." He offered his name, "And no problem."

A tall girl quietly whisked him away giving him a nod of appreciation, dabbing at the trickle of blood at his temple.

The group shuffled on, everyone aware that the very same people that they were walking next to now would be the people who they would have to kill later, or be killed by them. Such set a drab and dreary tone, except for the two smallest of the group, who were chatting and giggling quietly between each other.

The group halted in front of the Banding Building, the warriors going over how they were going to get their bands off. The group filed into the room, sitting down the benches that lined the walls. Everyone started to fiddle with their bands, dark jade green bracelet looking things, made of a certain rock that blocks elemental powers. Everyone, whether or not they had an elemental power, is given a band a birth. Across such was a number, an identification tag of some sorts. They fit exactly to one's wrist, enough space between that you could spin it, but not remove it or push it any further up from where it was already set.

"This is what we will be using to deband you." One of the warriors stated, pulling out a giant saw.

Some kids screamed, pulling their arms protectively into themselves. Which was a fair reaction due to the fact that the machinery looked more like something used to saw through a rib.

"All you have to do is hold still." The doctor stated, "Not hard at all. If you are not capable of holding still, then you will be held down. Is that clear?"

The doctor didn't get an answer, nor was he expecting one. He pointed at Cole, sitting the closest next to him. Cole's heart gave a little jump. He wanted to run right out of the door, or offer being first to anyone else, someone else besides him. He didn't want that thing to be anywhere near his arm, however, the watching, expecting, judging eyes of the kids still sitting compelled him to stand up and walk briskly over to the doctor. Any weakness would be taken advantage of. Some kids, he knew, were just watching, using this time with the group to pick out any weaknesses of the other competitors.

He put his arm onto the table, a groove where his arm was supposed to rest. The saw whirled on, making a buzzing noise, to which Cole tried his best not to flinch away. His panic started to rise as the saw was lowered towards his arm, whirling and buzzing like a deranged bee. And then it touched the band and he would feel the vibrations as it cut through the stone. The band started to heat up, friction making it uncomfortably hot on his skin. He tried his best not to squirm as the doctor cut all the way through. He could feel the saw millimeters from his skin. There was a click and the saw died down. The doctor got out a large tool, which looked like a flatted crab claw.

He maneuvered it between the cut, before pulling it open, cracking the bracelet off. It fell with a clink, quickly to be collected by one of the warriors. Cole rubbed the spot on his wrist, having never had his band off. It felt...nice. However, no sooner was it taken off, another one was placed on.

Cole studied the new bracelet, a piece of technology. In the center was a piece of the dark green stone, but otherwise, it looked like a gadget. He was ushered back into his seat and another kid was pulled up. Most of the ceremony was uneventful, most of the kids putting on a brave face and trying to act as if they weren't bothered at all. However, there were a couple of younger kids who were unwilling to get anywhere near the doctor. Eventually, they were tackled by the warriors and dragged to the table. There their arm was strapped down while the warrior held them down.

Cole let out a little sigh, shifting in his chair, his back uncomfortable from slouching, but he didn't have the energy to sit up straight. So he was stuck in the uncomfortable middle, unhappy either way. The last kid was finally coming up to the doctor, his spiky brown hair bouncing with every step. That kid, the one who's sister got picked too. What an unfortunate turn of events. Cole couldn't imagine his sister getting picked. Not that she was old enough anyway.

He turned and put his arm up to the table, leaning against it casually. The whirring of the saw started up once more and the grinding noise started as it cut through the band. It was soon removed and the claw was used to crack it open. No sooner had the bracelet left his wrist did the room noticeably rose a few degrees. The table melted at the touch of the kid's hand, dripping onto the floor in droplets of silver rain. He looked shocked pulling his arm away. There was a hissing noise before fire started to spout from his palm. The kids closest to him screamed and scrambled back, trying to avoid the fire. No sooner had it started, it stopped. Everyone just stared at the boy from district 2, as his powers were now subdued by the new bracelet.

"Fire. He's got fire." Cole thought.

"This is why the bands are here to protect us all and forbidden from the island." One of the guards took this opportunity to preach.

"Freaks all of them." Cole could hear his next sentence hissed under his breath.

All the while, the kid was staring at his hand like it had grown a head and started talking to him. He briskly walked back to his seat, where his sister was waiting wide-eyed.