It was a bright, cheerful day at the training grounds of Serevaal, a day that brimmed with excitement and pride. The air smelled of blooming petalvine flowers, which grew along the arched stone pathways. Crystal-clear water fountains shot streams of shimmering liquid high into the air, their gentle splashes adding a melody to the bustling atmosphere. Silver and blue banners hung elegantly between the tall trees that surrounded the training grounds.Today was no ordinary day. It was the Promotion Ceremony, where students were awarded badges to signify their progress in their training. Each badge represented a new milestone and was a testament to the hard work, determination, and growth of the students. Shiro and Mei stood among them, Shiro's heart beating faster than usual. They were about to be promoted to the NOVICE level—a step forward in Shiro's journey.The center of attention was a raised podium, carved from white marble and adorned with intricate etchings of the four elements
Shiro and Korin made their way to the training grounds, anticipation swirling in the morning air. Today, Shiro would be learning about the Earth element, and he was also excited as he would train with Mei today.As he arrived, he spotted his Mei, and waved. Together, they all walked towards the Earth training section where a small group of students were already gathered.Korin then left them to practice.Mrs. Rena stood at the front, her calm and commanding presence immediately catching everyone’s attention. Mrs Rena happened to be the best Earth controller in Serevaal. She looked over the students with a focused expression before beginning."Good day, everyone," she greeted the group. "Today, we'll be working with the Earth element. I want you all to know that Earth is not just about moving rocks or controlling soil. It’s about feeling the steady force that grounds everything around us." she said, her voice carrying easily across the field. “Earth is a patient element, surely th
Yuki sat alone in his small cottage, surrounded by the quiet night. The cottage was located in the Serevaal village, a lot of supernaturals lived there Ever since his dad died, he had kept to himself, rarely talking to others. People thought he was strong and calm, but deep inside, he felt a heavy sadness. Tonight, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He was going to the Memory Blossom garden—a place that could show him a memory of his dad, just once. He knew he’d only have one chance in his lifetime to use the flower, but for him, it was worth it.Strangely, he had told Shiro about his dad at the festival. He didn’t know why, but just did and he doesn't normally talk about it to anyone. As the night deepened, Yuki decided it was time to go. The Memory Blossom garden was most powerful at night; the blossoms glowed brightest under the moonlight, making memories feel almost real.He closed his eyes and summoned his water mage. A shimmering blue figure, like a spirit made of clea
The news of the possessed boy's death spread like wildfire across the Serevaal Training Academy. The morning air felt heavy as Shiro and Korin had walked through the academy, still unaware of what happened. Though, there was no training scheduled today, so the ground wasn't full of much people, Shiro wondered why. Whispers of hushed conversations drifted from corners with one person’s name lingering in the air– the possessed boy in the dungeon. Mei soon caught up with Shiro and Korin as they made their way to the training ground. “Did you hear?? They say the possessed boy that attacked the school a few weeks ago is dead.” Mei said with a sad tone. Shiro halted immediately and then blinked. ”Dead? How?!” He said, startled as he looked at Korin. “Well, the council is yet to release an official statement about what happened but rumors have it that he killed himself….” Mei replied, her tone hushed. “....last night, right in his cell” Korin frowned, his antennas twitching.
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 hide their excitement. 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 quite 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 sk
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 events in the space of about two days, something triggered that Orb” Rexar began, frustration seeping into his voice. “And it’s only happening where 'The Chosen One' is.” Zerix leaned forward, arms folded. “What are you saying, Rexar??” Zerix questioned “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, foundation.” “Structure won’t help if the Dark One attacks agai
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 came 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….." his
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
Kelechi Ndulor
The book is actually nice, I was doubting at first but it's good, please continue thank you