the elementalists.
Description
The Great War changed everything. Gods stepped on Earth, and nothing was the same. A different race of people, graced by the Gods with the power to manipulate their respective elements. A bloodline hallowed by each of the three and a prophecy fulfilled every thousand years. The first was fulfilled by the First Generation of Guardians, direct descendants of each pious being, distributors of peace. But now? A thousand years later, a cursed kingdom, a power hungry empire, an oppressed people, and a lost race. All in the hands of five young Elementalists.
Foreword
“The angel upon the hill.”
A hot white light blinded the image in front of the girl, her braid waving back and forth as she looked about, her eyes squinted against the bright light.
“Look for the angel.”
As her vision adjusted to the usual beginning and cryptic sounds, she opened her bright green eyes and took in the scene. It was sort of a blur, white mixed in with a slew of other things. She couldn’t make out much, only, was it… Maybe a girl?
“Look for the angel that sits upon a hill.”
Her dark eyebrows rose in surprise and she called out into the emptiness, “Is that where we will find the last one?” Her chest rose up and down, as if she was out of breath, but it was simply the excitement of the possibility of finding what she had been searching for.
“That is where you shall find hope.”
The corners of her pink lips turned down into a frown, it wasn’t exactly what she was looking for.
Hope.
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