A long time ago in a land unknown to us now there was an Empire. This empire reigned over this land for hundreds of years. Their power and majesty had become corrupt over time. Soon the kings to come to the throne became more and more evil. The latest king was the most evil of all. He had two titles, King Jeffery, and Jeffery the Mad. Soon after his crowning there was born a rebellion force. They were called the Celestial Vault, but their location was unknown. Their security was of the utmost to battle the king efficiently. If they were not careful the extreme numbers of the Empire would crush them.

On the outskirts of the Empire was a town called Fife. In this town is where this story begins. An orphanage of the war was located here. Their stories are heartbreaking and consist of their parents dieing horrible deaths. Usually the work of the Empire or beasts of many, but unknown to the town their demise was immanent. The townspeople were oblivious to the hell they were about to endure.

Reasons unknown to them the Empire attacked. They pillaged, burned, and raped. When all was done mere ashes were left of Fife. The only thing that had some shape to it was the church. A sign from god perhaps, or an omen for all others…

There were five known survivors. All of which were orphans of the same orphanage. To make the coincidence delve deeper they were all the same age of eleven years. To add to it they were all born on the same day, June 11th. Then there was a power that all five held inside themselves but were not awakened.

They sat on a cliffs edge around a fire sobbing for their friends. The cliff looked over the remains of Fife as smoke rose like a column in the sky. Their own campfire imitated the town. The children had no idea there was someone watching.

“They are the ones,” he said from behind the tree line under his breath. “The stars have lead them here. I feel an urge, and I will fall my instincts.” He sighed a great sigh, and continued, “Fire,” he pointed to one of the children. “Water, earth, wind, and spirit.” He sat down and watched the tears fall from their faces. He decided to stay concealed and watch them for a time. At the right moment he would reveal himself and guide them to their fates that they were still to young to realize.


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Before they sat on the cliff's edge, and after the attack on the town. The children individually walk the ruined streets searching for survivors...