Author's Note-This is a new story and I've been getting it edited along the way. At this moment I've gotten one or more chapters finished and posted per day.
Our skies blazed red that day, grey smog filtering through the milky cloud cover. Laughing silver and orange flames swallowed up the swaying grasses of the moor, growing steadily higher and stronger. Decimated remains, charred beyond recognition littered the already horrible scene. It had seemed as if the war would never end, the world would be smoldered with the fire of the challengers wraths.
Spiraling columns, water funneling heavenward built an unsightly barrier around the opposing forces. The long awaited finale coming to pass. My sister, Lady Harimau had fought bravely, leading the Resistance to this day.
It was a tremendously feverish moment, as I watched it commence. My sister was a strong woman, always the first to get things right, and to learn the next thing. She’d taught myself and our brothers everything we’d ever really known about our Magic Energy, about the Republics tyrants, and the ways they used Magic. I can remember Harimau with a smile, and a laugh, but those memories are fading. She was a known warrior, the best in the resistance, and the rule fell to her when our brother relinquished it to her. It was all so long ago, as the first bolt of fire stroked the new war to life.
We’d lived in peace and joy for many millennia, and it was rare for one such as us, with the Elements at our will, to fight amongst ourselves. We were a peaceful people, until the hatred of one man, sent our grand City to its knees, and our skies the color of ash. The old tortured ways returned to our people, those processing the ability of the Elements took control, creating holding camps for the humans, which were considered dangerous, having begun to dabble in the Blood-magics. It wasn’t always this way.
Memories such as these, the day my Father’s water magic smothered the fire of those at our doorstep. My mother was outside the room, and her screams haunt me even now. He’d thrown up icy barriers, kept his four children safe while sacrificing my mother, and the resistance was born.
My father, Council Member Ithro was one of the Mages with the Power of Water and Ice. Most Mages, as we were named by the Gods were taken with the Power of Fire, the battle element. My Fathers was of healing and love, and that was how he was so strong against their vile rage.
At this time when the Resistance was born into existence, I was only eight, Harimau, being the eldest girl was ten, and my oldest brothers Sota, and Oben were thirteen. Father protected us from the Republics fight, hiding us under the Uheres Lake were my three older siblings trained under his watchful eye, I was to start on my thirteenth cycle. Harimau took it upon herself to become our mother, even though our brothers had three cycles on her. She trained alone with father, and cleaned our underground cavern, cooking the fish we slaughtered and singing us all to sleep.
She had the most lovely voice for a girl of only ten cycles. One song I remember her singing, called Silver Rain, still wreaths around me, even now... I can remember every word, and exactly how everything was.... It was so long ago... Just so very long ago....