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Prologue: A message from the Ancient of Foresight, Prometheus

The world that now lives in peace will be brought to ruin after the birth of the twins. A dark Power will begin to rise. The brother and sister of the Light and the Shadow will struggle to prevail. When the time comes, look not to one's own world, but to the worlds far away. Bring forth the four others, the Earth, the Water, the Wind, and the Flame to break the chains of tyranny, to bring back again the Balance of the Six. And though the sixth may die, the remaining five will rule, and peace once again shall embark upon the land…

The scratching of the quill stopped in mid-stroke. Upon the old oak desk, the yellow parchment had been defiled with the words not of the man who wrote them, but of the One who had spoken to him. The Ancient Prometheus had given this man insight to what was to become of the world of Soa.

With trembling hands, the old man gently lifted the sheet to read again the prophecy of the Ancient of Foresight. By the dim glow of candlelight, his dark eyes, hidden behind small spectacles, flew back and forth analyzing, and trying to comprehend every word that his own wrinkled hand had printed. What did this mean to the world as he knew it?

Soa is a land of warriors who are trained in the art of combat at the moment he or she could walk. Small, villages were scattered across the land. Unoccupied space was filled with lush forests or green prairies. The world has existed since the Ancients created the land hundreds of years ago. Despite the war-like nature of every village, the world of Soa has lived in peace. The villages cooperated with one another, creating one world-wide alliance and a seemingly unbreakable bond. What is this tyranny the prophecy was speaking of?

Unfortunately, Old Man Williams would never know of the devastation that would corrupt the world of Soa. On the night he read the work of Prometheus, he breathed his last breath, and his old heart beat its last beat. He would never come to know that in his own village of Lolothia, a woman had given birth to twins and lost her life.

A cry echoed through the parish the very next day, as a funeral for two of the village's most beloved citizens was held in the small cemetery behind the little church where they worshiped the Ancients. The twins, Nina and Cameron Foster, slept peacefully in their beds as their mother slept eternally in hers. Little did they know that they have begun the sequence of events that would determine Soa's fate. They knew even less their role in the time stream or how their destinies would be intertwined with those not born of this world.

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Within the next ten years, a dark Power grew out of the Western end of Soa. Some say the Power was Seyton, the Ancient of Iniquity himself; others will say that the Power is a dark sorcerer corrupt by the will of Chaos, the Ancient of Anarchy. Wherever the truth lay hidden, one thing was known for sure: this Power covered the world with a dark shadow.

The sun no longer shined, trees remained fruitless, and prairies could no longer grow green grass. Disease struck the innocent, poverty lurked in desolate corners, and the world of Soa cried out in pain and suffering.

Nineteen years have now pass since the birth of twins; nineteen dark years. On this night, the nineteenth anniversary of their birth, their destinies will be revealed. On this night, the prophecy that was never seen by any living soul, save one dying man, will be revealed to all. Soon, very soon indeed, the Six will be united, and form together as one.

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Chapter One: Prophecy Revealed

Many leagues south from the twins' home parish, a small camp made its nest. Hundreds of tents lined the vast open wasteland. What was once a beautiful prarie with many thriving animals dancing in the sunlight was now a dark, vast desert where the sun could no longer shine. No creatures, save the Soaians, have been seen in this place for nineteen years.

The Ancient of the Night hovered over the scene as a bold, white form trying to cast her light upon the encampment through the thick clouds. One tent stood out from the rest. It glowed in the dark, for its two occupants were not asleep like the rest. They spoke together, softly, in the night.

Maps and other old documents were spread out around the floor that they sat upon. They appeared to be planning, strategizing, and preparing for some sort of encounter. A battle perhaps? That was not unlikely, for the world they lived in was Soa; and its War was still raging. Except for this night, however; The night was always peaceful.

In the midst of the camp, another figure deprived itself of sleep. It crept along in the shadows boldly and confidently as if it already knew where it was headed. The restless occupants of the glowing tent went to investigate the light sound of footsteps that crept closer to them.

Who's there? A man's voice whispered to the night. The sound of an unsheathed sword echoed through the silence.

Cameron, what is it? A woman's voice questioned the first.

Hush, Nina,

The figure in the shadows stepped into the path of light that the tent graciously gave. The form's stature was covered in a large, brown cloak with whips of thin, grey hair streaming though the hood's opening. Long, bony fingers lifted the hood revealing a woman's face, though very wrinkled and worn due to the effects of time. A raspy voice began to speak.

I am Naomi: a messenger for the Ancients; More specifically, a messenger for the Ancient of Navigation, Maparo. He has a message for you.

A message for us? The first woman asked the second. She, too, stepped into the light; the man with her was not far behind. Oddly enough, the two looked akin in appearance. They had identical noses, the same full lips, and a very similar stubborn chin.

Their hair was the same dark brown color, like that of dark, smooth chocolate. Cameron kept his very short and out of his face, though it had grown rather messy in the past couple of days. Nina herself had short hair, not quite as short as Cameron's however. She wanted to maintain some sort of femininity while fighting as a warrior; but she didn't want to have to deal with keeping it tame in the midst of battle.

Cameron and Nina's attire was the same as well. Black leather boots covered their feet with loose, brown breeches tucked into them. They both wore dark burgundy shirts made of a smooth material similar to cotton. Nina's was slightly tighter due to her more womanly stature, but all around, it was the same type of shirt. Cameron also had a wide belt on which his hung his sword concealed within its sheath. Nina had already removed her own sword for the night. She hated to ware that cumbersome thing. Cameron always wore it; even while he was sleeping he would keep his sword by his side.

They were indeed a brother and sister; twins in fact, set apart in appearance only by their gender and their eyes. The woman had misty blue eyes like her mother. The man possessed dark green eyes like his father. Their similarities ended with appearance. Their goals, values, likes, dislikes, persona, and skills were far from matching.

Don't be so naïve in believe her, Nina! Cameron warned his sister. Obviously, this man had a hard time trusting anyone. He had his reasons, and like most men, he wouldn't go into detail. He would always reply with a callous tone followed by a menacing stare.

Oh, hush, a harsh whisper came from Nina; She would help this lady without question. Naomi appeared to have traveled very far on account of this one errand; Nina couldn't turn her away as easily as her brother would have done. She turned back toward the woman, You say you have message from the Ancients? They haven't been heard from since the war began,

Naomi ignored the rude stares from Cameron and answered Nina, I obtained this piece of parchment recently. Maparo said it was from a village that he was sure you both were familiar with. Lolothia perchance?

That's our birthplace, Cameron stated grimly as memories of his hometown flashed through is mind: endless fights with his father, ruthless training, not to mention the war itself had plagued Lolothia with merciless valor. He didn't wish to remember all of that. He set his jaw in a dismal frown.

Don't be so cold, brother, Nina turned to the older woman, Lolothia is our home village. Nina had the same childhood memories as her brother, but she was able to accept it more than she. Despite Cameron being much stronger physically, Nina was stronger in mind.

Naomi continued, With this parchment, Maparo also gave me this, She pulled out what looked like a knife, and thrust it toward Cameron. He took it without protest and observed it skeptically.

What is it? He asked, noticing the markings scrawled across its hilt. This is the language of the Ancients. The Ancient of Inscription herself created this language. I cannot read it, however.

Maparo called it the Blade of Voyage; and that is all I will reveal. The rest will be divulged in due time. With that, Naomi disappeared into the night, leaving Cameron and Nina to read the message upon the manuscript and interpret it as they wished.

The Balance of Six? Light, Shadow, Earth, Water, Wind and Fire? Nina questioned Cameron, who knew no more than she.

Of course, Nina and Cameron both knew they had unnatural abilities. Nina had a talent for creating lightning, bending light, disappearing, and glowing. Cameron could interlace himself with the shadows, become invisible, read minds, and do other dark things that some would consider evil. They didn't boast about. On the contrary, they kept these //powers// to themselves. Neither their father nor their comrades knew of their special talents. Soa was a very superstitious world. Such things were considered bad omens and curses from the Ancients. No doubt the Ancients bestowed Cameron and Nina with these powers, but they didn't do it to punish them. Nina and Cameron knew that for a fact.

After a moment of though, Cameron asked, Nina, are we Light and Shadow? The brother and sister mentioned in this divination?

We could be; This prophecy fits exactly what we've been through all this time. We've been trying to find a way to destroy this Power for years now. And it's saying that peace will return once the six are united. The other four must be Wind, Water, Earth, and Flame! Cameron, we must find them! Nina began to grow excited.

She and Cameron were the leaders of the world-wide rebellion against the Power that had grown out of the west. They had managed to help a few desolate villages that had fallen under the ruthless attacks by provided them with shelter. The rebels had found a way to stop trade routs to the Power's stronghold, and use the supplies to help their cause. But despite all their efforts, the rebellion has not been able to win a battle. When everything came into play the Power was just too strong. Nina realized it then: this prophecy held the answer, and Cameron held the key.

But how do we find them? Cameron asked out loud.

The Blade of Voyage, Cameron. That's what it's for! That's the key to finding the other four!

This piece of junk? Cameron took the knife in his hand a moved it through the air. A soft 'rip' echoed through the little tent. Bright swirls of color could be seen within the small hole. Cameron ripped it farther; the aperture was big enough for Cameron and Nina to get through. Are we supposed to go though this?

It's now or never, Cameron. We have to go; we'll not only being back help, but also hope, Nina jumped through the opening without any further delay. She had every bit of faith in the Ancients and their messengers.

Cameron, on the other hand, held back for a moment; another example of the contradiction the twins possessed. Cameron doubted everything would go as smoothly as Nina wished it too. Where would they be taken after this little leap of faith? He sighed and jump. He had to stick with his sister; Nina couldn't handle this alone.

Bright colors swallowed him, and the shadow within overcame him.

Little did the twins realize that the Blade of Voyage would take them far away from Soa. Guided by Maparo and the Ancient of the Space, Con, they now travel across the cosmos to a world known as Oceananous, a world (as its name permits) of water. A question still remains. Will the six unite as one? Or will they fall apart and leave the world of Soa to its fate?

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((please note that anything beyond this point has nothing to do with the actualy roleplay if you're from my board. For easy rolplay purposes, Nina and Cameron are headed to earth, and the other four elemental teens are in NYC.
Beyond this point is the story by © ME: MANDY822, © COPYRIGHT -- and it's simply for your enjoyment. Please neomail some feedback and i'll see about putting up chapter three. ^^ ))


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Chapter two: A Mysterious Storm

Very rarely did dark, grey clouds hover over the vast ocean. The sky was always a beautiful shade a blue decorated with light wisps of nimbus. A delicate breeze usually teased the sea green water as small ripples and waves were produced. This world was always a tranquil scene, like a dream or a vision seen in the mind of an innocent child as he or she slept peacefully in their bed.

This was the world of Oceananous; a world covered entirely with a vast ocean, and occupied by people with dark brown skin and almost black hair. They lived in large floating cities that drifted about with the currents. The cities continuously circled the globe on the same path unless by some strange occurrence they were knocked off course. Unsurprisingly, an incident such as that happened less than once in a life time. Most of the citizens of Oceananous have never witnessed such an event, nor will their children or grandchildren.

The city of Timney was one of the many floating conurbations around the currents. Timney was larger than average, however. Its basic structure was a large ring with high walls and no roof. Along the inner wall, living quarters were stacked on top of one another, with stairs leading up the sides. No one had ever taken the time to count how many levels there were.

The center of the city was a huge marketplace and trading post. Ships from other floating cities came through the wide doors everyday to trade goods and services with the marketers. Craftsman, leather workers, fishermen, seamstresses, potters, and more would gather around the marketplace to trade, bargain, deal, and also to socialize and gossip about the other cities around the world. This was the center of life: trading skills for other skills, and gossip: a way of life that Trinity Owens had known since her birth.

Trinity's father was a craftsman. He built furniture, helped repair damage around the city, erected housing, constructed traps for catching food, and even helped assemble ships for long voyages. Trinity has been learning the basics of craftsmanship since she could hold the tools. It was tradition for children to follow in the footsteps of their parents and learn their trade. The world of Oceananous revolved around tradition.

Today, however the market was deserted, the walls of the city were closed, and most of the citizens coward indoors hoping to live through what seemed to be a terrible oncoming storm. The skies were very dark and the wind billowed about with a vengeance.

Trinity, unlike the rest of the populace, stood outside staring up at the cloud-filled sky. The big storm was approaching fast. Trinity had seen one storm in all her nineteen years. She was only a small child, barely seven. She and her mother were out in the marketplace when the dark clouds rolled in. Mrs. Owens had quickly grabbed her daughter and rushed through market toward their own end of the city. They had run up the stairs and into their home. Trinity had seen lots of rain that day, bright flashes of light, and loud, booming thunder. Fear, however, was the last thing on little Trinity's mind. She was completely enthralled.

Her parents thought her fascination was merely because she was young and it was a rare sight, but Trinity had other reasons. In a manner of speaking, she was one with the Wind. The light breeze whispered silent secrets to her, the wind listened to her, she could wrap a gust of air around her body and send it off in a totally different direction. Seeing Trinity manipulate the Wind would be an amazing sight indeed; of course, no one had ever witnessed it. Trinity made sure of that, for she had never really used her little gift. Maybe once or twice when she knew she was alone, but that was all. She didn't want anyone to find out. What if they thought she was a freak? Or cursed? She would hate to become an outcast or put her father to shame. Maybe she would need to use it one day, but for now, Trinity kept her hidden talent behind closed doors.

She leaned over the railings of a tall watch tower atop city. Her big brown eyes grew wide with astonishment. There was a ship in the far distance that was fighting against the ocean as it rolled with massive waves created by the angry wind. She tied her black hair back with a piece of string to keep it from flying about violently. Her thick tresses were rather long and sometimes cumbersome, but the women of Timney never cut their hair. The act was against tradition.

Tradition, tradition. The word made Trinity's head spin. She rather liked the idea of change. She hated knowing that she would grow up to be a craftsman like her father. Why not change tradition, and become a fisherman? Even the clothing they wore was, in a way, tradition. All the citizens wore the same leather material gained from the backs of whales and other sea creatures. Leather workers and seamstresses worked together to fabricate each piece of clothing. Men traditionally wore pants and sleeveless shirts, while the women wore more dress-like apparel. Trinity differentiated herself by cutting away the middle and creating more of a two-piece outfit. She did stand out a bit, for she seemed less modest than the other women that lived in the city. Of course, Trinity didn't care. She would do almost anything to escape tradition.

Next year, she would celebrate her twentieth birthday, and she would be expected to marry. She didn't even have a man in mind; and even if she did, she wasn't ready to be married. But that was tradition.

Thunder began to echo through the world, and lightning flashed across the sky, but still, no rain fell. A great lightning bolt cascaded down toward the water, and a shrill scream pierced through Trinity's ears.

A scream? It had not come from inside her city, but from a point out in the water. Trinity squinted her eyes trying to see around the massive waves. Two dark spots caught her attention. Were those people? YES! There is someone swimming in the water! She stood dumbfounded. She almost smacked her head. She had to help them, not just sit and stare!

Papa! Papa! Trinity ran down the stairs heading toward her home. Her bare feet made little noise on the steps. She reached her level and burst through the short, metal door. Papa! There – are – people– she tried to speak between panting breaths.

Her father jumped up out of his chair. Trinity, where have you been? I looked all over town for you! Mr. Owens was a rather small man with curly black hair and small beady eyes. His heart swelled when he saw his daughter. Mrs. Owens had passed away some time ago, and Trinity was all that this man had left.

Papa! There are people out in the storm; In the water! We have to help them!

What are you talking about, Trinity? Where have you been?!

The watch tower. I wanted to see the storm come in. And then I saw a big flash of light, heard a scream, and, Papa, there are PEOPLE in the ocean!

Mr. Owens was rather skeptical of his daughter's statements. She did have a rather vivid imagination. Ever since she was a child, Trinity had made up stories about gods and goddesses, war, elemental powers and all sorts of wild happenings. Mr. and Mrs. Owens encouraged it of course, letting Trinity expand her mind and her thoughts; thereby causing Mr. Owens to grow doubtful when it came to stories of strange light and people out swimming in the ocean.

There wasn't a soul in this world that would be crazy enough to actually swim in that water. Sea monsters, giant squids, and other creatures thrived in that water, and ate whatever they could get their mouths on. Nonetheless, Mr. Owens followed his daughter outside, though rather hesitant about actually being exposed to such an awful storm.

Treading out into the open, Trinity and her father were greeted by a blue sky, calm winds, and beautiful warm weather. Trinity couldn't help but stare dumbly at the sky. The storm had vanished; it couldn't have dispersed so quickly? Mr. Owens appeared to be in shock as well.

They continued up the stairs toward the watch tower to locate the persons that Trinity had seen. Staring out into the calm sea, it would be easy to spot someone bobbing in the water. The only thing Trinity and Mr. Owens could see was a large ship waving its flags and waiting at the doors. So the ship had survived the storm. Wonderful; but where are those people she had seen?

I swear I'm not lying, Papa. I saw them! She pleaded with the unconvinced stare in her father's eyes. They were right there, she pointed.

Trinity – He didn't finish. He couldn't scold her for making up stories; and even if she wasn't making them up, and those people existed, they had more than likely drowned. Mr. Owens would hate to burden his daughter with news like that. She had a soft heart like himself.

He looked down at her with sympathetic eyes. Maybe she had seen something. She was still staring at the sea, trying to force her eyes to see what she had noticed not twenty minutes before. Come on, daughter, he finally found his voice again. Let's see what the ships doing here. Maybe we can get some good bargains today; Some new cloths perhaps? He said teasingly noticing Trinity's makeshift attire. He tried to keep his tone light.

Trinity simply nodded her head and forced herself to walk behind her father. The gatekeepers had finally opened the doors, and the ship was coming to the docks now.

Trinity couldn't help the eerie feeling that now swelled within her heart. She knew those people were real. They fell right out of the sky, and for some reason, the incident was not entirely strange or unexpected to her. It merely just left her puzzled. Where had those two people gone?




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