A flash of vibrant green burned his retinas as it reflected off of the crystal. He looked behind him and seen that the strange girl was gone. Who the hell was she? He was grateful for her assistance regardless.
With this we can liberate the Grasslands for good. His attention was back on the glowing rune in front of him. Stories of the 27 True Runes were his favourite as child. Now here he was, a foot from immortality and devastating power. Nervousness swept over him. Would it accept him?
"Leader of the Fire Bringer." A soft voice called. Shivers ran down his spine and his dirtied flesh pimpled. Slowly he turned. A woman was floating, surrounded by a blue aura which now filled the crystal room. Her black hair cascaded down her body to the floor.
"Who are you?" He asked, quietly.
"My name is Leknaat. I am a guardian of the True Runes." She replied. Her voice was warm and soothing, like a mother's love.
"You know that strange girl from before?"
"What lies behind you is the True Rune of Fire." She said, ignoring his question. "Its will has pulled you here. It calls for you to accept its power and fulfil your destiny."
"My destiny? All I want is to help save my homeland from the Harmonians."
"Be warned, oh leader of the flame, that the will of this True Rune will not take kindly to being bent by your own will. Fire by nature and fire by temperament. Step forward and accept its call. I will be watching from afar." The blue aura shone bright and then she was gone. Similar to the other girl, only there was no sneeze.
The rune was glowing brighter and darker in a crimson hue. Heat radiated from it and beads of sweat began running down his dirty face. He stretched out his right hand without thinking and touched the crystal. Flames swirled within forming a strange symbol, he thought. Fire began slithering out and up onto his arm. There was no heat from it at all. Power surged throughout his body and energised him. Strange voices echoed in his mind, as well as horrifying screams. Visions flashed before his eyes. Faces he didn't recognize and faces he did. Flames encircled them all and then a huge explosion on a vast and desolate field.
Darkness. His eyes opened slowly. Feeling crept back into his body, and he realised he was lying on the hard crystal floor. Almost immediately he checked his right hand and seen the strange symbol etched into his skin, still glowing. It has chosen me. Shown me its will. He got to his feet, gingerly. I can't let that happen. His body felt rejuvenated and there was no pain in his leg from the break the Harmonians gave him.
Without warning, the door to the room blew off in a hail of ice shards. The rune embedded in his right hand stirred. A ball of slithering flames formed. It was warm on his face but felt nothing from his hand. Instinctively he aimed it towards the frosty egress of the room. Ten Harmonian soldiers burst through, swords unsheathed and ready.
"Well I'll be dammed." One of them said, stopping suddenly. The tall, fair haired man sheathed his blade.
"Wyatt?"
