The Elementals: Return Of Creation

Chapter 1: Familiar Shackles

Peace

 The world was a vast place, but through it all Trode saw balance, harmony, and peace. Nothing seemed out of place, all was right. At least, the parts of the world that concerned him. The bolts of lightning in every cloud, static charges between every hair, to the electrical currents flowing through every organism. He was quite literally one with his element, as he was merely a consciousness without form, existing on a different plane of reality. He had no body, but still had a tremendous effect on the world.

 Trode's mind dwelled on it all, guiding them through their natural courses. He connected the charges due to connect, sparked what were to spark, and directed lightning to where it had to strike. He guided it all, he watched over it all.

Something caught his attention, snapping him out from the flow of it all. He heard a voice, muffled, echoing, and afar. It squealed in glee, calling to him.

"Master! Master!"

 His mind shifted, adding this voice to his focus. His vision of the world narrowed, shrinking at a steady but quick pace. He could once more hear his own thoughts. It was mostly worries of why he was called.

"Master!"

 Trode came to the voice, gradually summoning his body back into existence. As usual he had disintegrated his physical figure in order to ascend into the next plane. Now, with electricity zapping from himself, it was forming near the voice that called to him. Suddenly, he began receiving things differently. He could feel cool air gently breeze against him, and moist stroking around his shins and feet. He could tell he was standing in a small pool of water above a smooth stone surface.

 But like his mind, the range of his mental senses shrunk, allowing his other sense to regrow. He could still sense energy masses, however what was further from him began to feel weaker in relation to its opposite. There, floating in the pond with him were a few small spheres of energy, faint compared to what others he felt a moment ago. They were just water lilies. He could feel how near their presences were,  at first notice almost mistakenly stronger than the thunderstorm brewing thousands of miles away.

 A different layer came between his flesh and the air. It was organic matter, yet without breath. He felt it rest on his skin, as gravity had begun to affect him once more. Soft, smooth, and comfortable. It was his robes.

"Master! Master Trode!"

 Finally, Trode had eyes to open. He saw who had called him down to the Earth. A boy, standing as tall as his hip, grinning in awe at him. Two crystal blue eyes, filled with undying excitement, in the midst of freckles all over his bright face. His locks were scarlet, wavy, and awfully thick. It reminded him of his own chocolate mane.

 Looking down to the boy, he caught a glimpse of his own body. A faint glow seemed to emit from his tight robes. Both were an unusual color, somehow combining cobalt blue and bone white without mixing. Trode commanded it to fade, as he didn't want to attract more attention than he already would.

 They were standing on a small slope protruding out of the majestic mountain known as Onbekend. In the far horizon the sun was ending the day, painting the sky with bright blazes, turning the thick clouds a light shade of orange. However, his senses alerted him of a storm that was brewing far behind them- and it was approaching rapidly.

"Master Trode!" The boy yelled in joy and pride, and a heap of excitement. "I can do it! I can do it!"

 The boy dashed down the serpentine stairs behind him, skipping a few steps. Before ten seconds could pass, The Boy had ran three hundred meters away and was on his way back. His bare feet tapped against the stone stairs as he squealed with laughter, "Look! Look! I can do it!"