As Korin extended his small hand, a huge portal appeared in his room, it's energy crackled in the air. "Ready?" Korin asked, his eyes glowing with excitement. Shiro hesitated but nodded, and they both entered the portal. Before he could blink, the world around him twisted. The air shimmered, and the familiar walls of his room faded. He felt like he was being pulled through a thick veil, a sudden rush of air whipping past his face. His heartbeat quickened as everything went dark for a split second. When the darkness lifted, Shiro stood on unfamiliar ground. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed out at a world like nothing he had ever seen before. As he took his first steps in this strange, mesmerizing world, everything felt overwhelming. The ground beneath him wasn’t like anything he had ever stepped on—it seemed soft but firm, almost like walking on clouds. He looked up and saw bird-like creatures flying through the air, their wings glowing in colors he couldn’t describe. T
Shiro woke up to a soft knock on the door. "Shiro, are you awake?" Korin’s tiny voice came from the other side. Shiro groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t slept much through the night. "Yeah, I’m awake," he replied, his voice hoarse from lack of rest. The door creaked open, and Korin’s small form slipped inside, barely making a sound. “It's a new day. Ready to see a bit more of this place? You know, outside the council?" Korin asked, his antennae twitching with excitement. "Um, okay, but don’t we have to go to the council today?" Shiro asked, still confused about his purpose here and the urgency of everything. "Not yet," Korin replied with a smile. "We’ve got time for that. I just figured you’d want to see more of Serevaal. You know, get used to it a little bit." Shiro nodded, standing up and stretching. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready for anything, but being here felt like a surreal experience, something out of a dream. He needed answers, but he also w
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
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 Novice, Beginner, and Rookie 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. Some
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 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
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
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