Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Prologue ( Epilogue )

Prologue

The great city of Estacia was filled with the screams of its inhabitants: cries of mercy, pleas for salvation, begs for spared lives were heard throughout the tremendous kingdom.
"N-no-nooooooooooo!!!", cried out a voice.
"What are you doing!?", shouted another, "Arghhhh...." the voice faded with a blood filled cough.
A shrouded figure walked amidst the flames of destruction, a bright aura emanating from his body. The aura was amazingly beautiful, filled with streaks of green, red, blue and yellow; all intertwining producing a stunning spectrum of colour. Shadowed eyes stared forward, fixated on its target. In front of him stood a man, an old man. He was short, with a long white beard. In his right hand he held a long staff, resting on the top was four crystals. One green, one red, one blue, one yellow. They were dull, with symbols inscribed onto the side of each. The man looked up:
"Akira, what are you doing? Have you lost all good in your soul? You were amongst the highest praised of our clan, your heart seemed so pure, you were granted the right to grasp this power. But... somewhere, deep inside of you, an evil lurked; an evil that wished to obtain this power for itself. This evil has taken over your soul. This power, it is for no one, no human can control such a force."
With this the old man held up his staff and pointed it towards Akira.
Akira spoke, in a deep, menacing voice, "What do you plan on doing? Jar-rai, you are being foolish if you believe you strip me of my power! You cannot take this from me, it is mine, it has been bestowed upon me by the Gods, you are in no position to remove it from me."
"I'm sorry Akira, I have no choice, this power is not to be used for such purposes, you have miss-used the power you borrowed from the Gods- it is time for it to be returned. Even if it kills you..."
With this, Jar-rai's staff began to glow, the four crystals began to glow and took on a more translucent appearance. The symbols flashed a bright white light, and Akira's aura began to distort. The colour around his began to distance themselves from his body; the light was attracted by the crystals. The mixed collection of light swirled round the tip of the staff, slowly diffusing into their respectively coloured crystals; they began to glow stronger, brighter, but still a translucent to them. The aura totally left Akira and was absorbed by the crystals. Akira stood still, his eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids then shut over and fell lifeless to his knees before falling facedown in the remains of the street.
The horror was finally over, it had only been a day since Akira had been blessed with the elemental power of the four great Gods. As the chosen one, he was thought to have been the best to receive such a tremendous honour. Yet, over the period of the day, his mental state deteriated, he manners slipped completely, he would lash out at anyone whenever he felt like it, at first his power was controlled, but it began to surface more and more, until it was no longer hidden. When this occurred, the horrific massacre started. Houses went up in flames, rubble was blown by winds stronger than could be imagined, and the streets were cleared by waters of no beginning and no end. The ground shook, split, swallowing streets, spitting out masses of land, blocking any escape routes. Nothing was safe in Estacia, not since the evil within Akira surfaced.
Jar-rai approached the Elemental Temple in the centre of the devastated Estacia. He entered and walked up the centre staircase leading to the shrine. On this were four small holes, each with a symbol beside the point for inserting the crystals. Jar-rai crouched down before the shrine.
"I am sorry my Gods, Akira could not control your bestowed power. I request on behalf of the whole world that these crystals be taken from us, and locked for the rest of time, may the temples be swallowed by Gaia never to be shown again."
Jar-rai inserted each crystal into its corresponding hole. When the last crystal was taken, a whole opened at the top of the shrine and awaited the staff, which was promptly given away. The temple began to shake, Jar-rai looked around himself, and bowed to the shrine.
"Thank you my gracious Gods, may the power be safe in your hands."
Jar-rai fled the temple, and watched from outside, as the remaining inhabitants did, as the temple slowly sank into the ground, the ground moved over the crevasse and sealed it away. Jar-rai turned to the remaining citizens.
"Let us leave this place and never speak of these events. We must forget the legends we have based our lives on, this power can never be awakened, as you have seen what it can do. Let us build a new society, on a land far from here."