Author's note: this is the revised version of Elemental Masters

Author's note: this is the revised version of Elemental Masters. People were saying that it was a little too like the fanfiction Pokemon Master. So I decided to revise it and make some minor changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for my original characters, Cloud and Crystal. I don't own digimon either.

The Prophecy…

         

Gusts of icy wind blew threw the Forbidden Forest of Atlantis. A dark shadow dashed from one massive tree to another. It was clear that he didn't want to be seen, a second shadow followed closely behind the first. The two shadows darted out of the protecting foliage of the forest into the grassy plains, drawing nearer and nearer to their destination.

Yamato Ishida, a Dark master, swiftly and silently ran threw the plains of Africa, his midnight black cloak swishing behind him. The other shadow, a digimon that was about the size of a panther and with shiny silver fur and dark black stripes, jagged spikes lined its was around its back. This was the dark evolved form of Gabumon; the faithful digimon ran silently next to his master and only remaining friend, telepathically speaking with him. *Matt, where are we heading? We've been on the road for hours; with that time we could have destroyed another base of the Dark Circle. * * Patience, Gabumon. We've arrived. * The duo was staring down at a burning village, raided by the Circle.

Gabumon curled his lip in disgust, * Look, Matt, another village gone to waste. It was probably a rebel village to! * Yamato flung back the hood of his cloak, revealing stunning features; long spiky blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail. Icy blue eyes stared at the burning village, no revealing emotion reflected in those cold depths. His mouth was set in a grim line, his eyebrows were knitted together, in silent anger, * The Circle, is set on destroying everything the Rebels hold in value, * his blue eyes flashed, *Fools and cowards, is what the Circle is made of! *  Then Yamato set off at a dead run toward the burning village, with his digimon right at his heels, both in a dangerous mood.

Meanwhile, a figure dressed in flaming red, was running to the opposite of the village, a flaming bird digimon above her. Sora Takenouchi, a Fire master, was dashing toward the village. She communicated with her bird digimon, giving quick instructions, * Flamedramon, you go toward the east side of the village while I take the south side! We'll meet up in the center, when this is done! Good luck Bi! * With that the Fire master dashed off toward the south side, and her digimon for the east.

When Sora arrived at the south end, a large amount of masters from the dark circle were there, ripping apart houses, and killing villagers. Seeing a young girl surrounded by sneering masters, set Sora's blood on a boil. She dashed off in that direction, her hood whipping back revealing a beautiful young face. With flaming red hair tied into two buns, beautiful ruby eyes, and a goddess of a body, people were easily deceived that Sora was one of the strongest masters there were in the element of fire. Thinking quickly, Sora brought her hands together, and then murmuring something under her breath, she slowly drew her hands apart. A glowing reddish orange ball of fire was formed, casting it off in the crowd of masters, she shouted, "Fire Star!" the ball of fire shot out in all directions, scattering the masters and leaving the girl enough room to run. Sora then shouted at the bewildered girl, "Run!" the frightened girl needed no second bidding.

When the masters gathered their wits, they turned toward Sora snarling, one of them a Water Master, grinned at her evilly, "Well, well, what do we have here. A beautiful maiden, eh?" his ugly face jeered at her, "Well, you won't be so pretty when we're done with ya."  And with that the masters charged at Sora.

Two dark figures were watching the action that was taking place in the village. The taller shadow stepped out into the moonlight. The person was an extremely handsome young man, around the age of eighteen or so. His midnight black was so black that it shone blue, when light touched it. The mysterious stormy blue eyes pierced the surrounding darkness; a muscular body was hidden beneath the folds of a dark cloak. The smaller shadow was his Bond Companion, a huge black tiger with silver stripes, and huge dark wings. The young man's lips scarcely moved when he spoke something in a deadly whisper, and this is what Cloud Eclipse, the last and the strongest Old Mage, said,

When the planets align… And darkness overrules light…

Hope shall crumble…

Light will be diminished…

Fire drained…

Water frozen…

Rock shall weaken…

Weather strengthen…

Lightning burning…

Grass growing…

Knowledge dying…

Sincerity gone…

And psychic ruling all…

Thus…

The darkest chapter…

Of the earth shall begin….

          A young woman, her name was Crystal Moon, an angelwoman, stepped out of the shadows to join Cloud, she was extremely beautiful, with flowing brownish reddish hair, and large clear blue eyes. Her clear musical voice ran around her…and this is what she sang…

When darkness learns to love…

Then fire shall burn with strength…

Water shall flow…

Hope will be strong again…

Rock shall piece together…

Weather shall lose…

Grass shall die…

But with knowledge…

Light…

And sincerity gone…

Will the remaining…

Be able…

To save the world…

From the clutches…

Of lightning…

And psychic…

Will they survive?

The most frightening chapter of their lives…

         

And with those words still hovering in the air…the trio had vanished into the forest.

 

  Angelwoman: part of the sacred angel people. Able to sprout wings, has a gift for healing.

Old Mages: a group of extremely powerful mages, with the magic gift, instead of an elemental one. Also able to produce wings, they also have a bond companion. Old Mages were considered the strongest beings ever, who had immense amounts of magic in them, they were thought to have been wiped out.

Bond Companion: a animal that old mages have. They can telepathically converse with their masters, bond companions also have small amounts of the old magic in them. Usually in the form of a wild cat with wings.