AN: Okay, so here is the explanation of the angels...it's kind of corny but that's okay!!! Thanks so much Banana Rum!!! You were my first reviewer and now you get a kiss from my evil pink flying monkeys!!! So now I have decided to continue posting the rest of the story. So enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: Me no own so u no sue or face the wrath of my evil pink flying monkeys!!!! Bwahahahahahahhahahaha...excuse me.

It was finally Samara's birthday. She was now 19 years old, and had grown up as a princess in the northern regions of the world. She had had all she ever wanted, but somehow she felt this was never her true purpose in life. Samara was a very lively person, but growing up a princess, she was used to getting her way. Her favorite hobby of all though, was to ice skate on frozen ponds. Many of the subjects and other royalty commented on her "grace of an angel".

In the evening of her 19th birthday she took her daily walk on the ice. Even wearing a thin gown and the below-zero temperature, she never shivered. Suddenly, something moved behind a piece of ice sticking out of the ground. Samara crouched down on her knees in order not to be seen, if the creature was dangerous, and indeed it was.

A bear demon was out searching for its prey. It caught the scent of Samara and decided that she was a threat to him. He dashed out of behind the ice and started to chase her. As the ice began to break beneath her feet, Samara just stood, unable to move, but it wasn't out of fear.

She felt a strange sensation start to surge through her entire form. Suddenly she glowed with an unearthly light and made the bear shield its keen eyes. When the light dimmed, the bear demon scampered away, now aware that there was a new force to be reckoned with. It was one of ice.

Then Samara's body suddenly felt limp and she fell to the ground. Waiting for the impact that never came, she realized that she was being carried, but not on the ground. Instead it felt as if she were flying. Samara's true angel mother was gently lifting her daughter of ice to the sky where she would soon learn to control her element of ice and master it.

Exactly one year after the first angel was born, the second came into being. Cresena was her given name. She had grown up with many friends and she loved to tease, although it mostly gave her the reputation of a trouble-maker. Her favorite game was hide n seek while hiding in the forest where the vegetation would hide her well.

She was one of the most beautiful dancers while never making a sound upon the forest floor. It was her element and she was said to have a green thumb. Cresena could make almost any plant grow to tremendous size and they would bloom magnificently.

Cresena's best friend of all time was a young boy by the name of Koru. Together, they would go out at night and climb the trees and play games in the dark. Although if Cresena were ever caught, she would be punished severely. Most girls caught were forced to leave the clan if ever caught dancing or going out at night. But this was the way of the jungle village.

One night, Koru and Cresena were long overdue to visit the jungle depths. Cresena arrived at their usual meeting spot where a beautiful pink rose awaited her. It was their signal if one or the other wasn't able to show for their nightly walk. Cresena shrugged her shoulders and continued walking.

As she wove a long chain of flowered vines around her like a flowing band, she danced under the moon light as a fairy would and her feet barely touched the ground. Cresena placed dozens of flowers in her golden hair and spun around and around, showing off for her invisible partner. But she sensed something to happen.

Suddenly the vines she wove around herself began to constrict her lithe body and roses from her hair began to prick her skin, but she did not bleed. They wound themselves tighter and tighter as she breathed like a snake ready to devour its prey. A surge of power burst out and cleared her suffacating lungs as the vines loosened their tight hold.

Cresena stared intently at the vines that held her captive as they eventually fell to the ground. As she started to close her eyes from sheer exhaustion, she expected to a fall that never came. Her limp body was carried towards the sky as the 'captor' looked down at her daughter in loving emotion.

Her parents couldn't believe they had such a pyromaniac for a daughter. Granted she and the fire had a lot in common like the way her eyes could light up a storm when intense emotion crossed her face and she was a beautiful singer, she was completely obsessed with watching things burn. They named her Zira.

Zira was the third to be born, and she grew up in a desert land. In her village, the women were to cook, and the men to hunt and build. They made Zira an exception not to cook. She always burnt the food, she liked to watch the bread curl up and shrivle into a hard black rock.

"Oops, hehe... sorry," the girl would always apologize.

The girl's job instead of cooking, was to build fires instead. No one for miles around could make such a big fire in such a little time. Legends spread around to other villages that she was a fire witch with evil powers. Zira's voice was said to make flames grow into a fiery storm, and her normally black eyes would light up crimson as the fire she sang to. Of course, once those tale tellers actually met her, they thought otherwise. Although her demeanor was a bit dark and calm, she was not evil.

This angel was born three days after the water angel was born and three days after Cresena was lifted to the sky, Zira sensed something was going to happen. That night there was a celebration and Zira was to light the giant bon fire for their village.

That evening, the party was wonderful. They all had all the food they had wanted and not one went home unhappy. Zira was sorry to leave, sorry to have to put the fire out. After everyone had left, the young girl stood next to the fire and began to sing a soft melody.

Singing her favorite song, she started to swirl and twirl to the fire's crackling beat. A root suddenly appeared and she tripped. Screaming, she fell into the giant fire. Expecting to be burnt to her death, but there was no pain. Was this dying she thought. Then everything went black.

The youngest sister of the elements was the angel of the wind. Her name was Akira. It was her 19th year growing up in the mountains as a priestess. Somehow the wind always made her feel more pure and excited. How it felt blowing her long black hair back and carressing her face.

Akira was an expert at telling the weather, somehow she was hardly ever wrong. The youngest angel could tell you exactly what day it would rain and at what time. Everyone respected her immensly and loved to here her silken voice sing. The wind would carry her voice to the deepest of the vallies between the mountains.

On this day there was to be a worship ceremony to the Lord, and she was to predict the weather to see if they would be inside the temple or outside, enjoying the day that the Lord had made.

Akira stepped outside and went to the highest peak as she did every morning. Breathing in the crisp, clean air was her favorite hobby. The wind always did make her feel more alive.

Suddenly the wind stopped blowing, just for an instance, as did her heart. Looking about in fear, she saw horrendous black storm clouds approaching. A dark swirling tunnel started to weave about itself and came closer to her precious mountain. Her hair whipping about her face she started to descend the mountain as fast she could. Her people needed to make it to inside the mountain in a secluded cave where the wind could not touch them.

The tornado came closer and closer to her, as she flew down the mountain at a rate she thought impossible. Never had a storm been so big before. It seemed to be coming at her instead of her village. Suddenly the twister was so close she could touch it, and it wasn't even sucking her in. She stared at it in defiance and suddenly a raise of power was felt in her. Her body glowed a soft silver and everything was black.

And so the elements captured their own angels as was predicted by the Lord. They learned of their angel heritage and were trained to master the ice, earth, fire, and wind. If they did not work together then the earth would surely perish. The tales and folklore began.

AN: You know, Cresena originally started out as the angel of water...but it ended up sounding kind of funny with Samara as ice...yeah it sounds retarded. So I turned her into earth instead and now I have to go over the whole story and change her appearance and all the minor details...it's so annoying but like I said, I wrote this story a long time ago, but I never finished it...

If anyone has any ideas of how I should continue my other storySoul Sisters, please email me...I'm having major writer's block on that story!!!