The first punch landed hard on Shiro’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He staggered back, breathless, the laughter of his classmates filling the air. Before he could react, a second punch caught across his jaw, sending him falling to the ground. The familiar wave of shame twisted in his chest, but beneath it, something darker stirred. “Come on, freak!” one of the bullies sneered. “Show us your powers! Do something!” Shiro clenched his fists, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They didn’t understand him so did he. He had always known he was different—Since childhood, strange things had happened to him and around him. A cup shattering when he was angry, the air going cold when he was scared, his classroom becoming so hot when he's sad…even having dreams that seemed a little too real and familiar. And lately, it had grown stronger, harder to control. He felt it now, bubbling just beneath the surface. Heat prickled at his skin, and the earth beneath him trembled ever so slig
Shiro stepped onto the training grounds, where the Fire Training ground stretched out before him—a vast, open space enclosed by a high stone wall, with a structure that seemed to reach toward the sky. The air here had a distinct heat, even before the fires began. Burnt soil stretched across the field, while scattered fire pits and practice targets dotted the area, waiting for the day's training. Around him, other students were getting ready for the session, murmuring in low voices. They were here for a challenge, yet they couldn't mask their enthusiasm . Shiro’s eyes swept over the place, noting the energy in the air. Korin was somewhere waiting for him to finish his Fire training. The Fire training had a different feel from the others; it felt raw, powerful, and alive. He took a deep breath, the air warm and thick with the scent of smoke. A loud, clear voice interrupted the buzz. “Alright, everyone!” It was their instructor, a tall, sturdy woman with a red cherry like skin a
Cora sat at the head of the council table as usual, her face quite unreadable as she tapped her fingers rhythmically on the surface. The rest of the council sat at both sides of the room, tension thick in the air. “This is the second time we've had unknown attacks in the space of about two days,” Rexar began, frustration seeping into his voice. “And it’s only happening where 'The so called Chosen One' is.” He made air quotes Zerix leaned forward, arms folded. “What are you trying to imply Rexar??” Zerix questioned, equally frustrated with Rexar’s baseless accusations “I’m not saying he’s the cause, but the connection is undeniable.” Rexar defended. “He's the Reborn, we should expect something like this, The Dark one is after him” Alaric stated. Cora, silent for a moment, finally spoke. “The training is no longer safe as long as he trains there—not for students.” “We can’t just pull him out in the middle of his training,” Zerix protested. “He needs structure, guidance, foun
As Shiro and Korin walked along the training ground path, Shiro tried to practice his water abilities. There was no formal training today, so they walked round the grounds, students and instructors moving around too. Shiro focused hard, attempting to form a steady stream of water as they moved. But it wasn’t working. The water kept slipping from his control, and frustration bubbled inside him. Korin chuckled softly, his small antennae twitching with amusement. Shiro gave him a curious glance. "What’s so funny?" "You remind me of him," Korin said with a grin. "Elro?" Shiro asked, tilting his head. "Yeah," Korin replied, nodding. "He was just like you—impatient, always eager to master his elements." “But he did learn eventually," Shiro said, “and saved Serevaal” "Oh, he did. And fast, too, but you'll learn too, Shiro and save both Serevaal and Earth" Korin said with a small smile. Shiro’s shoulders slumped slightly. " I am still struggling to make even a single drop,"
The cold dungeon walls felt heavy with silence, broken only by the distant drip of water. A small boy sat huddled on the cold floor, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. His clothes were torn, his hair dirty, and his thin frame shook with cold. He stayed hidden from the flickering light, keeping his head buried in his arms. Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor. Two figures emerged out from the shadows—It was Rexar, sharp-eyed and restless, and Zerix, whose expression was calm but watchful. They stopped just outside the cell, the heavy iron door creaked open as Rexar stepped in first, arms crossed. The boy didn’t move. "Get up," Rexar ordered, his voice sharp, but the boy didn’t respond. His thin shoulders remained unmoved, as if the world was too much to face. Zerix stepped in beside Rexar, his tone more measured. "We need answers, boy. Who’s behind what happened that night? Tell us, and maybe we can help you." A faint whisper slipped from the boy’s lips. "Him….."
The forest was cloaked in silence, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves in the cold night breeze. The sky was so dark, everything in it seemed invisible. A hooded figure stepped into a hidden clearing, where the moonlight barely touched the ground. He moved with purpose, his dark cloak brushing the earth like a shadow given life. At the center of the clearing lay an ancient stone seal, cracked and weathered by time. Faint symbols glimmered weakly along its surface, pulsing in and out, as though something beneath it was alive—waiting. '命运交织' was written on the Stone. The air around the seal felt thick, heavy with restrained power. The figure stood before it. The ground trembled slightly, responding to his presence. Streams of faint energy—both earth and air—curled from the edges of the cracked seal as they drew to him like threads of a incomplete web. He tilted his head, muttering under his breath, “Though the distraction failed,... the orb weakened more.” His w
Shiro knew he had to act, but Korin yanked him back just as another figure stepped forward— Yuki stood there trembling but determined. "I can help!" He shouted. “I'll help too” , Shiro said standing up "You’re not ready!" Rena and Korin shouted at the same time. "I have to try!" Shiro said as his hands glowed with weak Air energy, and he struggled to contain the storm, his power barely doing anything. The man's cold voice cut through the storm. "We don’t have time for this. If we don’t stop him now, he’ll destroy this place." Shiro continued and didn't give up. "I won’t let him hurt anyone," Shiro said, his voice steady. Rena’s eyes widened, realizing Shiro’s intent. “If you’re going to do this, be careful! Focus on your air element; use it to calm the storm!” she shouted loudly so he could hear. Taking a deep breath, Shiro summoned all his willpower, channeling his air energy. “Breathe! You can control it!” he said to himself. The winds howled around them, but Shiro
Shiro lay in bed, still dazed from sleep. The little power he displayed in the training ground made him so tired and he couldn't understand why. “Shiro?” Korin murmured,as his small hands tapped Shiro's arms. “Wake up, sleepyhead! Come and see!” Korin said, excitement in his voice. He then climbed curtains and pulled on them letting in bright sunlight. Shiro squinted as he stood up and looked outside the window. His eyes widened in surprise. The streets of Serevaal were filled with supernaturals. Colorful decorations adorned every corner, and laughter echoed in the air, the sky as purple as ever signaling it was a bright day. “What’s happening?” Shiro asked, rubbing his eyes. “It’s the Elemental Festival! It happens once every month. All the protectors, helpers, and guardians are here to celebrate our powers!” Korin exclaimed, grinning widely. “And you didn't tell me?” Shiro smiled, adrenaline coursing through him. “Come on, let’s go!” Korin said, heading for the door.
Shiro and Korin walked through the tall gates of the Serevaal Training School, the largest structure Shiro had seen since arriving. The buildings looked old but strong, with stone walls covered in vines that sparkled faintly. Inside the grounds, the supernaturals moved in groups, practicing their abilities with bursts of energy crackling in the air. Water splashes, flames flickering, and gusts of wind were everywhere as students honed their skills. Korin glanced over at Shiro. “This is where you’ll be learning to control your elements. Since you’ve got all four, you’ll have to go through each one step by step.” Shiro’s stomach churned. “And how long will that take?” Korin shrugged. “Depends on how fast you learn. The levels here are Beginner Novice and Intermediate before you reach the advanced stages. It’s a lot of hard work Shiro, but I think you’re up for it.” As they walked toward the entrance, Shiro couldn’t help but notice the whispers and stares from other students.
After Korin and Shiro returned to his room in the council quarters, they barely had a moment to settle before there was a knock at the door. Shiro opened it to find a figure—a tall man with glowing eyes and a calm but powerful presence standing there, his expression serious. It was Ralph, a messenger. His dark cloak shimmered faintly, his facial expression void. "The council is summoning you, Shiro," Ralph said, his voice firm. "You’ll need to come alone." Shiro blinked, his stomach tightening at the thought of facing the council by himself. "Alone?" Korin stepped forward, patting Shiro's shoulder reassuringly. “You'll be fine," Shiro tried to push down the nervousness rising in his chest and gave a small shrug. "I guess so." "Don't worry too much," Korin said. “The protectors won't bite." With that, Ralph motioned for Shiro to follow him. Shiro glanced back at Korin, who gave him a thumbs-up before leaning back against the doorframe casually. The heavy doors of the co