Long ago, in a time when the Surface was overflowing with life and prosperity, there existed a great civilization known as τους διασκορπισμένους. Among them were four siblings, each gifted with unique powers and a shared desire to help those on the Surface. These siblings were known to those below as Heralds.

The Heralds, in their wisdom and compassion, sought to bring balance and harmony to the world. The Herald of the North, wise and knowledgeable, imparted wisdom and understanding.

The Herald of the South, strong and valiant, taught the people the arts of defense and resilience.

The Herald of the East, harmonious and peaceful, mediated conflicts and fostered unity.

The Herald of the West, nurturing and renewing, ensured the health of the natural world.

Together, the Heralds brought an era of unprecedented prosperity to the Surface. Their influence was profound, and the people flourished under their guidance. However, not all were pleased with the siblings' benevolence.

A rival force, envious of the Heralds' influence, sowed seeds of doubt among the people spreading like dust. They whispered lies, claiming that the siblings were deceitful, seeking only to take all that the Surface had to give. Fear and suspicion took root, and the once harmonious relationship between the Heralds and the people began to fracture.

In a final attempt to mend the growing rift, the Heralds gathered before the people of the Surface. Their presence was both imposing and sorrowful, their hearts heavy with the weight of the mistrust that had been sown.

Herald of the North: "People of the Surface, we stand before you with nothing but our true intentions. We seek only to guide and support you, to help you flourish in harmony with the world."

Herald of the South: "Our strength has always been used to defend and protect, never to harm. We ask you to see beyond the lies and to remember the prosperity we have shared."

Herald of the East: "Harmony and peace have been our greatest gifts to you. We have mediated your conflicts and fostered unity. Do not let baseless fear divide us now."

Herald of the West: "The natural world thrives because of our nurturing. We have ensured the cycles of life continue unbroken. Trust in the care we have always provided."

Despite their heartfelt pleas, the seeds of doubt had taken deep root. The people, swayed by fear and suspicion, turned away from the Heralds, their minds clouded by the rival force's deceit.

Heartbroken but undeterred in their mission to help, the Heralds decided to leave the Surface and retreat to a hidden realm known as Eden. Before their departure, they gathered once more before the people, this time bearing a final gift.

The Heralds displayed five radiant symbols, each glowing brilliantly and brimming with otherworldly energy.

Herald of the North: "We leave you with these as an attribute to our enduring support and goodwill."

A brave soul from the crowd stepped forward, curiosity overcoming fear. "What does this symbol do?" they asked, their voice trembling with uncertainty.

Herald of the East: "These symbols are imbued with our essence. Granting those who still believe in our goodness the ability to join us in Eden."

Herald of the South: "It is a promise that we will always be there for those who seek our aid, a beacon for those who choose trust over fear."

Herald of the West: "To truly understand their power, you must embrace it with an open heart. Only then will you comprehend the depth of our dedication to your well-being."

The Heralds left, leaving behind radiant symbols as a beacon of hope. From these symbols, the first five Elemental Holders were chosen from those who believed in the Heralds and set forth the paths for the future ones to come.

—

Earth- Gaia

They were born in a village nestled in the heart of the Arcane Highlands, a place where the energies of Earth coursed abundantly. From a young age, the villagers were drawn to a mysterious mountain peak known as Mount Uekera, said to be touched by the spirits of their ancestors.

One fateful day, driven by curiosity and a shared sense of adventure, twins Astygítes and Apális embarked on a daring climb to the summit of Mount Uekera. As they reached the peak, bathed in the light of alignment, they encountered an obscure phenomenon—a glowing mark of Earth appeared on each of their cheeks, marking them as chosen.

Astygítes gazed in awe at the mark on his cheek. "Apális, look! It's glowing!."

Apális touched her mark gently, feeling its etch. "This is amazing, Asty. What does it mean?" His sister shrugged before running back down the mountain waving to follow.

As Astygítes and Apális descended from the sacred heights of Mount Uekera, their hearts raced with excitement. The glowing markings on their cheeks pulsed softly.

Arriving at their tranquil village nestled in the Arcane Highlands, they were greeted by the elders—a council of coyotes who had guided their community for generations. The elders' furrowed brows and solemn expressions immediately signaled that something momentous had occurred.

Their village elder Oakfur, a wise coyote with fur the color of autumn leaves, approached them solemnly. "You have been blessed by the spirits of Earth. This mark signifies a great destiny that Eden awaits you both."

Astygítes looked at Apális with wide eyes, seeking reassurance in her familiar gaze. "Eden?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Elder Oakfur placed a weathered paw on Astygítes' shoulder, his gaze warm yet unwavering. "You carry the essence of Earth within you, young ones. Trust in your bond, and the path will reveal itself."

With a mixture of reticence and uncertainty, Astygítes and Apális began to pack their belongings, preparing for the journey to Eden.

As Astygítes and Apális stood before the elders, uncertain yet determined, Elder Oakfur nodded solemnly. "To reach Eden you must first go to the Island and fulfill your destiny. To go you must undergo a sacred ritual known to the ancient texts."

The twins exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with anticipation and apprehension. They had heard of the ritual—a ceremony that granted a person leave their world. Now they are next.

Under the watchful eyes of the village elders, Astygítes and Apális were led to the heart of the village, where an ancient stone circle stood bathed in the gentle light of the setting sun. Symbols etched into the stones, pulsing faintly like their markings.

Elder Oakfur spoke with reverence, "In this circle, you will undergo the Ritual of Elements. It will open the path to the Island and there you will be on your own."

Astygítes took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "We are ready," he declared, though uncertainty flickered in his purple eyes.

Apális placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her voice soft, and her expression confident. "Together, Asty. We'll face this challenge together." The elders encircled them, chanting ancient hymns that echoed through the valley. Astygítes and Apális joined hands, their marks glowing brighter with each incantation.

As the ritual reached its crescendo, a shimmering portal materialized within the stone circle, radiating with the essence of Earth itself. Elder Oakfur smiled knowingly. "Step through, brave ones. The Island awaits, and your journey to Eden begins."

With a final exchange of continuous glances, Astygítes and Apális stepped into the portal. Vanishing into the ethereal gateway, the elders stood in quiet awe.

—

As Astygítes and Apális emerged from the shimmering portal, finding themselves not feeling any solid surface and colliding onto hard ground. They could sense the presence of others who, like them, had been chosen by the element of Earth.

Looking up in awe I saw individuals with marks similar to theirs—symbols of Earth etched differently on others. Some were engaged in conversations, while others practiced their abilities in designated training areas.

A figure approached them, her presence calm and reassuring amidst the bustling atmosphere. A fox with blonde fur and gray patterns on her limbs and tip of her tail, with her eyes lime in color, smiling down at them with an expectant expression.

"I am Dove," she greeted, her voice soothing. "Welcome to Olympus Island, Astygítes and Apális. Seems you two had a rough start."

Astygítes pushed himself up, rolling his sister off his back, embarrassed for the way they had entered. "It's... overwhelming. We didn't expect so many others like us."

Dove nodded understandingly. "Here on Olympus Island, you will have those who share the same power as both of you. Together, we uphold the balance of both Eden and the Surface entrusted through us."

Apális glanced around, dusting herself off her orange eyes alight with curiosity. "What do we do from here? How do we begin our training?"

Dove gestured towards a serene grove in the distance, where ancient trees whispered secrets of the Earth. "You will acquaint yourselves with the teachings of our ancestors and hone your abilities under the guidance of seasoned mentors in your time here. Firstly, let me show you to your quarters."

—

Several months into their training on Olympus Island, Astygítes and Apális had grown accustomed to the rhythm of their new lives as new students. The once overwhelming bustling greeting center had become a familiar environment, filled with fellow wielders honing their skills.

On a sunny afternoon, Astygítes and Apális relaxed in the courtyard, which was filled with greenery and colorful flowers. Ancient trees with gnarled branches provided shade and protection. The ground was paved with smooth, weathered stones arranged in detailed patterns. Small pebbles and sand formed natural pathways winding along a gentle stream, where water lilies and aquatic plants grew. Ancient symbols and glyphs attuned to the element Earth were etched into the walls of the main building and pillars, glowing faintly.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them, causing them to look up in curiosity at what blocked their sun. Dove held a concerned expression. Her usually calm demeanor was tinged with urgency.

"Astygítes, Apális," Dove greeted, her voice tinged with concern. "Have either of you seen a girl run by here? Primarily with red fur and fire on her feet."

Astygítes exchanged a puzzled glance with Apális. "No, we haven't. Is everything fine?"

Dove clicked her tongue, her gaze scanning the courtyard as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the missing girl. "Her name is Rakhi. She's recently arrived on the island. She... has a bit of trauma as her world was burnt down. Don't ask me how or why even I don't know."

Astygítes stood up, his concern mirroring Dove's. "We'll help you look for her. Where was the last place you saw her?"

Dove nodded gratefully, glad that these students would at least listen. "Rakhi was last seen near the northern grove, either that or she ran to the Water Dorms. Please, be careful." With a shared nod, Astygítes and Apális set off.

—

As the search for Rakhi intensified on the Island, Astygítes and Apális split up to cover more ground. Astygítes had ventured towards the armory—a structure nestled in the eastern part of the island, where the training gear for all was stored.

The air grew cooler as Astygítes descended into the depths of the armory. Navigating through corridors lined with shelves of artifacts and relics imbued with elemental power, remnants of battles fought and victories won in defense of Eden.

As he approached the old basement, the atmosphere shifted, becoming dense. The air was thick with the scent of earth and mildew.

At the entrance to the basement, Astygítes paused, senses alert. He could hear faint echoes of something shifting, accompanied by the soft murmur of a voice. With cautious steps, he advanced down the dimly lit candle-lit chamber, shadows dancing against the walls.

There, in the heart of the ancient basement, Astygítes spotted Rakhi—a slender figure silhouetted against the glow of flame. She crouched in the corner as her blue eyes peered at him.

"Rakhi," Astygítes called out softly, his voice echoing.

Rakhi turned, her eyes widening in surprise. "Who are you?" she exclaimed, rising to her feet. "I... I didn't expect to see anyone down here."

Astygítes approached her slowly, his gaze gentle yet probing. "I'm Astygítes. Dove sent me to find you. She's worried."

Rakhi nodded, expression troubled. "She has been kind. I need time alone... please."

Astygítes studied her, shoulders shaking as her breaths came out in soft pants. "What's troubling you, Rakhi?"

The tigress hesitated, eyes glancing around. "I... I'm not sure I belong here. I thought I was ready for this, but... I feel lost."

Astygítes slowly approached before placing a comforting hand on her knee, his touch reassuring. "We all have moments of doubt, Rakhi. But you're not alone. There are many here for you."

Rakhi met his gaze, her eyes glowing with immense gratitude. "Thank you, Astygítes. I... I needed to hear that."

—

After a long morning of training and a hearty lunch in the dining hall at the center of the Island, Astygítes and Apális found themselves strolling through a peaceful garden, their steps slowed by a lingering tension in the air. They had been arguing quietly, voices barely above a whisper but filled with frustration.

"I'm telling you, Asty, Dove's methods are too rigid. We need more flexibility in our training," Apális insisted, her brow furrowed as she glanced sideways at her brother.

Astygítes sighed, running a hand through his fur in exasperation. "But Apális, structure is what keeps us disciplined. We can't afford to be reckless with our powers."

Their disagreement simmered beneath the surface as they walked, each lost in their thoughts until a voice interrupted their silent debate.

"Excuse me, are you two from around here?"

Astygítes and Apális turned, seeing a young gecko standing nearby, his scales shimmered like the water of the ocean. His yellow eyes held eagerness.

—

Astygítes and Apális stood outside their dorm, their spirits heavy with the recent absence of Dove. Having heard she returned to her world unexpectedly, leaving behind a void in their hearts.

"I can't believe Dove left without saying goodbye," Apális murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment as she stared at the closed door of their dorm imagining Dove would be behind.

Astygítes nodded silently, his thoughts mirroring his sister's. Dove had been more than just a mentor; she had become like a mother, teaching them how to wield Earth's elements and imparting the responsibilities that came.

As they prepared to retreat inside, a strange sensation washed over them. The air shimmered, and the familiar doorway to their dormitory seemed to shift and change. Confusion clouded their minds as they stepped through what should have been their dorm room.

Instead of entering their living quarters, Astygítes and Apális stood in a vast chamber illuminated by ethereal light. What was left behind was but a single page of parchment stating the claim by the Heralds.

Water- Neró

The journey to Olympus Island had been long but tranquil. As the basilisk gecko approached the island, rowing in a boat provided by his tribe, he marveled at the sight before him: crystal-clear waters surrounded by towering cliffs and lush greenery that nearly hid the tall structures of academic buildings. Despite being a lone island, it was large enough for those chosen.

Anticipation coursed through his veins as his bright green scales glimmered in the sun. He tapped his foot anxiously, eager to see what his mark had granted him.

As his small boat touched the shore, he stepped out onto the white, sandy beach, feeling the cool sea breeze. A figure stood waiting for him. A nuthatch dressed in elegant brown and blue robes outlined by black stitching, indicating that she was the instructor. Her presence was commanding yet welcoming, with gray eyes that reflected wisdom.

"Welcome, Calder," the instructor greeted him, extending her hand. "I am Mentor Thalassa, one of the instructors here on Olympus Island. We have been expecting you."

Calder grasped the offered hand, feeling the firmness of Thalassa's grip. "Thank you, Mentor Thalassa. It's an honor to be here."

Thalassa smiled and gestured for Calder to follow. "Come, let me show you around. This island will be your home and you will meet your new brothers and sisters."

They walked along a path that wound through the lush vegetation, the sounds of the island, and the wave's distant crash, creating a voice of nature. Calder, having been distracted by his realization of finally arriving at a place only spoken through tales, was quickly brought back when Thalassa pointed out various landmarks as they passed.

"Up above is the Sanctuary of Winds, where the Holders of Air train and meditate. Beyond that, you can see the Forge of Flames, where those of the Fire Holders hone their skills."

Calder took in the sights, feeling a deep sense of awe and excitement. As they continued, they arrived at a large, stately unique building.

The dorm entrance was dedicated to the element of water, framed by a sandstone arch, the doorway was adorned with carvings depicting swirling currents and sea creatures, all illuminated by the soft, ethereal glow of bioluminescent algae embedded within the stone.

Before the archway, a veil of mist gently descended from a nearby waterfall, its cascading waters creating whispers that mingled with the distant sounds of rolling waves. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and the earthy fragrance of moss-covered rocks.

In the middle of the arch, the insignia of water gleamed with a subtle iridescence.

"This is the Water Dormitory," Thalassa explained. "It is where you and all those chosen by the Holder of Water will stay during your time here. Each dormitory is uniquely designed to reflect the element it represents."

Taking a step aside, Thalassa gestured for Calder to approach the door. Confused at first, Calder looked between the door and his mentor. "Is it broken?" he questioned, pointing to the only entrance. Thalassa bent her head slightly, her expression unchanging aside from a little curve of her beak. "Those chosen by the Element of Water can only open the door," she explained.

It took a moment before Calder felt a click, prompting him to redden having not realized sooner. He examined the door and raised his marked hand that he protected by a smoothed glove tied with a reed. As he did so, the door opened inward, the insignia above dimmed, and the waterfall slowed its cascade.

Inside, the cool air and the sound of trickling water brought him ease. Having been raised in a tropical climate this felt similar. Walking down a corridor lined with doors, each marked with a symbol of water and some having been covered by the natural vines that climbed around the sandstone columns inside some even hanging from the open skylights casting sunrays below.

It appeared that nobody else was currently inside or simply was in their rooms. Not that Calder minded but he was curious if acquiring newer people simply wasn't something to celebrate.

"Here is your room," Thalassa said, stopping in front of a door near the end of the corridor. "Your mark will also be your key to your room, as it was at the entrance. Everything inside is prepared for you. If you have any problems meeting your peers, feel free to move to another unoccupied room."

Calder looked down at his hand, noticing the water symbol glowing faintly against his scales. He opened the door, revealing a comfortable space with a large window overlooking a lake. Inside, there was a small indoor waterfall, three beds facing opposite positions with blue and pearl linens with storage cabinets underneath. Additionally, there was a closet space built into the wall, above the beds, and shelves lined with several books.

"I hope you find everything to your liking," Thalassa said with a kind smile. "Training begins tomorrow at dawn. For now, take some time to settle in and explore the island."

"Thank you, Mentor Thalassa," Calder replied, stepping into his new room. "I appreciate your guidance."

Thalassa nodded. "Your journey is just beginning, and you have much to learn. But I do not doubt that you will become a great student."

As Thalassa walked away. Calder took his time to become familiar with his new living space walking over to the window, looking out the lake, and admiring how the sun reflected the ripples onto his walls.

—

Standing on the training grounds, feeling his cold blood warming with the climbing heat as the sun barely rose above the sea. The summer humidity of Olympus Island, joined by his peers at the lake, contrasted sharply with the training about to endure. Mentor Thalassa stood before him and a few other new affiliates, her expression stern.

"Today is the beginning of your journey. Granted by your markings," Thalassa began. "You will face challenges, but remember that each obstacle is meant to strengthen you, to prepare you for your role in maintaining the balance."

The training started with exercises to test the students' control over their elements. Calder learned to manipulate water, forming intricate shapes, and maintaining their structure. It was demanding, requiring intense concentration.

Being from a tribe that had natural agility in water gave him an easy start during aquatic exercises and obstacle courses. His gecko-like agility allowed him to scale rocks and easily navigate the rough currents earning nods of approval from other mentors and curious glances from his peers.

He wouldn't deny it if asked but having been naturally gifted from birth made him feel superior.

During afternoon sessions, Calder honed his skills in speed and endurance, sprinting across the island's lush landscapes. His ability to run on water lent itself to swift, fluid movements. While some of his peers resorted to swimming with their hands and feet, Calder used his tail for balance, compelled by a determination to prove himself worthy of being chosen for Olympus Island.

Amidst the physical challenges, Calder also delved into the theoretical aspects of water manipulation, studying under knowledgeable mentors within classes.

As the day progressed, the training became more strenuous. Calder found himself navigating water currents, creating protective barriers, and even healing minor injuries under the guidance of his mentors. His muscles ached, and his mind felt stretched to its limits. The adrenaline pushed him more.

By the end of the day, Calder was exhausted but proud of his accomplishments. He had managed to survive the rigorous day one, proving to himself that he had the potential to become a great Elemental Holder.

After a quick lunch, Calder decided to explore more of Olympus Island. He had seen only his dormitory and the training grounds, and his curiosity urged him to discover more.

The halls were mixed with marble and sandstone showing the diverted paths leading to which dormitory. He didn't bother to talk to any of the others who came from the Earth and Fire dormitories, finding them to be a bit rowdy.

The sun brought hard light into the halls despite being protected by the columns that decorated the halls surrounding the cafeteria and paths. Despite having perfect vision for seeing underwater came the caveat of being blinded by bright light. The summer weather was what made it worth it.

He received new boots that provided better support than his original ones. They had golden cuffs around his ankles and leather straps wrapped around the top part of his foot. He also got a modified toga outfit with dark blue robes and a belt around his waist.

As Calder wandered, he stumbled upon two figures engaged in a heated but playful argument. They were twin coyotes from their looks, each bearing the mark of the Earth on their necks.

"Can't you just admit I was right for once?" one of them said, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Only when you are," the other retorted, crossing his arms.

Seeing an opportunity, Calder approached them. "Excuse me," he said politely. The twins stopped their bickering and turned to face him, their expressions with softening eyes.

"Oh, hey there," the sister said with a smile. "You must be new. I'm Aspális, and this is my brother, Astygítes."

"We're supposed to help newcomers find their way around," Astygítes added, purple eyes squinted. "Do you need any help?"

Calder nodded. "Yes. I've only seen my dormitory and the training grounds. I'd appreciate some direction on where places are."

Aspális and Astygítes exchanged glances before nodding. "Sure thing," Aspális said cheerfully, orange eyes gleaming. "Follow us."

The twins led Calder around the island, showing him various landmarks: the Plains of Lightning, and the Grove of Growth where all those with Earth trained. Each place had its unique beauty and energy, filling Calder with a sense of wonder. Buildings such as the Spiral Library that were built since the Heralds first found the island.

As they walked into the armory, Calder noticed a narrow stairway leading down into what appeared to be a basement. He paused, curiosity crawling into his mind as the rational side told him to keep walking and ignore a boring basement.

He felt compelled to continue, knowing that he was essentially alone after letting the twins move ahead. Descending to find an empty, dimly lit fortress. The air became colder, and the flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the damp stone walls. His footsteps echoed as he walked slowly through the narrow corridor. As he approached the final cell, he noticed a faint light coming from inside.

Peering around the corner, Calder saw a girl curled up in the corner. A red tiger, striking even in the dim light, with bold stripes running from her forehead down to her tail. Eyes filled with anguish. She sat hunched, shoulders shaking slightly as if she were silently crying.

"Hey," he called out softly, trying not to startle her. "Are you okay?"

The girl didn't respond; her eyes remained fixed on the cold, stone floor. Calder took a cautious step closer, his chest aching with empathy. "I'm Calder," he said gently. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Before he could finish, the girl looked up sharply. Her eyes glowed an intense blue, and flames flickered from her hands, casting an eerie light in the cell. She let out a low growl, a warning that sent a shiver down Calder's spine. He instinctively took a step back, his eyes wide with surprise before quickly turning and rushing out, his heart pounding.

Just as Calder jumped from the last step of the basement, he heard Aspális and Astygítes' voices echoing. "Calder!" Aspális called urgently. Calder's face showed a mix of shock and confusion as the twins hurried toward him, their expressions filled with worry.

"Are you okay?" Astygítes asked, his eyes scanning Calder for any sign of injury.

Calder nodded, took a deep breath to steady himself, and said, "I'm okay. There's a girl in the basement. I tried to help her, but she reacted angrily and almost burned me!"

Apális and Astygítes exchanged knowing glances before looking back at Calder. "That's Rakhi," Apális explained quietly. "She was chosen by the fire element. A bad accident happened in her world, and she hasn't spoken much since. She has isolated herself down here, despite all the help we tried to offer."

Calder grew curious. "I didn't mean to upset her," he said, feeling guilty.

Astygítes sighed, leaning against a nearby wall. "She's been through a lot. We don't know all the details, but whatever happened in her world we can only guess."

"We've tried to persuade her multiple times," Apális added. "But she's made it clear she needs space. Still, she must know we're here."

Calder took a deep breath, knowing that someone was wallowing in a basement of all places that didn't sit right with him. Looking towards the twins with gratitude knowing they meant best. "Thanks for showing me around and for telling me about Rakhi."

"Anytime," Astygítes said with a nod. "And if you ever need help or want to talk, we'll be around."

Calder smiled and bowed his head politely. "I will. Thank you for your time today," he said. Heading back to his dormitory, thoughts lingered on Rakhi.

—

The morning sun bathed the pavilion in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Calder had just finished his breakfast in the bustling dining hall, where students and staff from all of Olympus Island gathered to eat and socialize. He carefully wrapped a small bundle of bread and cheese hidden in his robes, then began navigating through the lively chatter and laughter, making his way toward the armory basements.

Calder's steps slowed once he left the last stair step. Spotting Rakhi sitting quietly among the shadows, her presence almost blending into the rough-hewn stone walls. Her blue eyes flickered up briefly as he entered, acknowledging his arrival with a mixture of surprise and wariness.

Kneeling before her, his expression softened with concern as he offered her the wrapped food. "I brought you something to eat," he said gently, holding it out to her.

Rakhi's gaze shifted from the food to him, her expression guarded. "I'm not hungry," she murmured, her voice barely audible in the stillness.

"You have to eat," Calder insisted quietly, trying to hide his frustration. "It's important for your strength."

Rakhi looked away, her eyes distant and unfocused. "I don't want to be strong," she whispered, her words echoing against the cold stone walls.

Calder sighed, head hung feeling himself becoming agitated. He had hoped that she would start to take care of herself with his aid.

"Why?" he asked, tapping his hand against his knee. "Why don't you want to be strong?"

Rakhi hesitated, her silence stretching between them. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "Because I don't deserve it."

Calder couldn't stand by and watch her fade away, his eyes searching hers for any sign of acceptance. "You deserve to take care of yourself. You don't have to be alone, but at least do it for yourself."

Rakih's expression softened slightly, revealing a brief moment of vulnerability in her eyes before she looked away. Calder knew he couldn't force her to accept his help, but he also couldn't ignore the urge to keep helping. He cursed his father for instilling good morals in him when he was a child.

"I'll leave this here," he murmured finally, setting the wrapped bread beside her. "In case you change your mind."

With that, Calder rose to his feet and silently left, leaving Rakhi alone with her thoughts. As he walked away, the sounds of laughter and conversation from the pavilion echoed across, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that enveloped Rakhi in her solitude.

The sound of shuffling feet echoed softly. Rakhi glanced up at the stairs leading outside, then back at the food left behind. Slowly unwrapping the bread left for her, taking a small bite. Dimly blue eyes and red fur glowed warmly that night.

—

In the days that followed, Calder attended his basic classes with renewed determination. He strived to keep up with the rigorous training required on Olympus Island. Among his peers, he couldn't shake the feeling of Rakhi's presence lingering in the background as a quiet observer amidst the bustling activity.

One afternoon, during a break between classes, Calder encountered the earth twins who had first shown him around. They greeted him warmly, their smiles bright and welcoming.

"Hey, Calder! How's it going?" one of the twins exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder.

Calder returned their smiles, though his thoughts drifted to Rakhi. "I'm doing okay. Have you seen Rakhi around recently?"

The twins exchanged a knowing glance before Astygítes nodded. "Yeah, she's been coming back to classes and even joining in on some training sessions."

A wave of relief washed over Calder at the news. "That's good to hear. How's she doing?"

Apális shrugged. "She's quiet, but she's pushing through. She's got a lot of spirit in her, despite everything."

Calder nodded, grateful for the update. "I'm glad she's starting to come around."

The twins shared a look before Astygítes spoke again, a note of caution in his voice. "You know she's been assigned to the Forge now, right?"

Calder furrowed his brow in confusion. "Forge of Flames? Why?"

The twins exchanged another glance before one of them explained, "Well, she's got the marking of Fire. It's where she belongs now, among the others with the same affinity."

Calder started to grasp the information as he processed it. It made sense that Rakhi would be placed with others who had her elemental affinity, but he couldn't help feeling worried about her. Based on his observations, the Forge of Flames were known for their intensity and competitive spirit.

"Is she okay with that?" Calder asked quietly, his worry evident in his voice.

The twins shrugged again, their expressions thoughtful. "Hard to say. She hasn't said much about it, but she's there."

Calder nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of Rakhi navigating a new environment, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and expectations. Despite the distance between them, he couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility tugging at his consciousness.

"Thanks for letting me know," Calder said gratefully to the twins, who nodded in return before heading off to their next class.

As Calder watched them leave, he couldn't help but hope that Rakhi would find her place among the Fire Holders. Until then, he would continue to support her, hoping that his small acts of kindness had made a difference to her.

—

The midday sun cast dappled patterns through the trees as Calder made his way toward the Forge of Flames. Since his last encounter with Rakhi, he found himself wondering how she was adjusting. Despite his demanding schedule, he couldn't shake the nagging curiosity nudging him to where he is now.

Despite being cold-blooded and accustomed to warmer climates, the Fire Element in this part of the island was unusually intense. Calder could feel his scales sweating, needing to adjust his clothing for better circulation.

As he approached the entrance, he realized it was the dorm entrance. The door was framed by ancient stone walls that had been weathered by many seasons. Towering oak trees provided shade from the summer sun, and their leaves rustled in the breeze, casting dappled sunlight on the cobblestone path that led up to the doors.

He searched for a possible entrance among the outside gardens, thinking that perhaps there was a door leading inside, knowing that only those with a marking of fire could gain access.

Upon peering over a hedge, he felt the cool breeze and the sun's warmth on his body, greeted by the shade of the hedges.

Spotting Rakhi standing by the edge of a small courtyard, her silhouette framed against vibrant blooms of exotic plants, Calder thought it seemed pointless to interrupt her conversation with a figure whose back was turned to him. He could only see their blonde fox tail and red headscarf, their gestures animated yet private. However, as Rakhi turned her head at his rustling, the other person nodded and walked away.

Jumping down, he let out a small grunt upon landing and offered a shy wave. "Hey," he greeted softly, with a small smile touching his lips as he approached. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Rakhi shook her head, a faint smile gracing her features. "No, it's okay. That was just my mentor. We were discussing a few things."

Calder nodded understandingly. "Got it. How have you been?"

Rakhi shrugged slightly, her gaze drifting towards the horizon. "Busy. Adjusting."

"It's been a while since I've seen you around," Calder remarked, anxiety evident in his tone. "I wanted to make sure you're doing alright."

Rakhi met his gaze, a flicker of gratitude. "I appreciate that," she admitted quietly. "It's been... different. But I'm managing."

Calder nodded, relieved to hear her speak with a hint of resilience. "I've been training a lot," he confessed, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "Learning to control water, run on it. It's challenging, but I think I'm getting better."

A small smile tugged at Rakhi's lips, a glimmer of pride for Calder's progress was evident in her expression. "That's impressive," she replied sincerely. "I'm glad to hear you're doing well."

Calder gestured towards the path leading down further into the courtyard. "Would you like to walk with me?" he offered gently. "I have some time, and I thought maybe we could catch up."

Rakhi hesitated for a moment before nodding, her smile growing slightly. "I'd like that," she admitted, falling into step beside him.

As they walked along the gravel path of the fire gardens, the tension between them eased. Calder shared stories of his training adventures, while Rakhi listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with quiet observations.

As the sun began its slow descent towards the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and lavender, Calder couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. Rakhi seemed more at ease, more open than he had seen her in weeks. And for that brief moment, walking side by side, they both found a semblance amidst the trials.

—

In the quiet confines of his dorm room, Calder sat at his desk, flipping through notes from his latest class. His two roommates Jace and Maya, seeing them to be more like pets rather than individuals who lived with him given their ungroomed way of living space, lounged on their respective beds, each absorbed in their activities. One was engrossed in a thick tome on ancient elemental lore, while the other meticulously polished her set of customized tools.

Calder glanced up from his notes, a question weighing on his mind. "Hey," he began tentatively, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled among them. Only for the Maya to come back with something about hay is for horses. "How do you think someone knows if they'll be chosen by one of the Heralds?"

Jace looked up from his book, his brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know," he admitted, setting the time aside. "It's not like there's a set formula or anything. It's... unpredictable."

Maya nodded in agreement, her hands pausing in their task. "Yeah, I've heard it's different for everyone. Sometimes it happens when you least expect it."

Calder mulled over their responses, tapping his pen against the edge of his notebook. "But there must be some signs, right? Like dreams or visions?"

Jace shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe. Some say they feel a pull towards their gifted element, a connection that grows stronger over time."

Maya chimed in, her voice was soft yet certain. "Or it could be an event that triggers it. Something that profoundly awakens your affinity."

Calder nodded slowly, absorbing their insights. His thoughts drifted to the day he had first received the mark of the Water Holder. He was only a child helping collect seaweed with his older siblings. It had been unexpected, a moment of clarity amidst confusion, yet it had set him on a path he never could have imagined.

"I guess we'll just have to wait," He mused aloud.

—

Several years had passed since Calder and Rakhi first crossed paths. Out of their preteens and into their teens, they had grown accustomed to the island's unique challenges and the responsibilities that came with their respective elemental affiliations. Calder's proficiency with water manipulation had grown significantly, matched only by Rakhi's fierce flames.

One sunny afternoon, as Calder and Rakhi practiced their respective abilities near the shores of the island, a commotion caught their attention. A small figure, no more than seven years old, stood hesitantly at the water's edge, water dripping off her quills. A newcomer to Olympus Island, with the mark of lightning prominently displayed on her shoulder.

Rakhi, ever compassionate, approached with a gentle smile. "Hello," she greeted softly, crouching down to be at eye level with the young girl. "Are you lost?"

Calder watched from a distance, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. He had grown protective of Rakhi over the years, helping her overcome grief and the strength she had found within herself. Seeing her take on the role of caretaker to this child sparked a twinge of unease within him.

Rakhi's heart went out to the young girl, recognizing the loneliness and uncertainty in the child's gaze. Without hesitation, she extended her hand. "Come with me," Rakhi offered gently. "Let's see what we can get you."

Calder watched as Rakhi led away, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of admiration for Rakhi's kindness and apprehension about the implications of taking in a child on an island as demanding and unpredictable.

As days turned into weeks, the child named Lita quickly became a familiar presence among the island's inhabitants. Rakhi took on the role of a nurturing older sister, guiding Lita through her newfound abilities and offering comfort, stirring a tumultuous blend of admiration and jealousy within him.

One afternoon, Calder observed Rakhi and Lita from a distance as they practiced together near the shores of the island. Lita's eyes sparkled with excitement as Rakhi patiently guided her through basic training. He couldn't deny the affection and care Rakhi showed towards Lita, but beneath his admiration lingered a growing sense of unease.

Later that evening, as they sat together under the canopy of stars, Calder couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

The island's night sky shimmered with countless stars as Rakhi and Lita sat together on a blanket spread out near the edge of the cliff. Lita, her eyes wide with wonder, focused intently on her notebook, where she diligently traced out constellations under Rakhi's patient guidance. Nearby, Calder reclined against one of the many smooth boulders decorating the land, his gaze drifting between the twinkling stars above and the two figures below.

As Rakhi explained the intricacies of each constellation to Lita, Calder couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the quiet moments he and Rakhi used to share. He had joined them tonight after Rakhi had invited him, expecting a peaceful evening under the stars with just the two of them. Instead, he found himself the third wheel in Rakhi's nurturing attention toward Lita.

After a while, Calder decided to voice his feelings, though he chose his words carefully. "Rakhi," he began, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of longing, "I miss this... you and me."

Rakhi glanced up from her lesson, her brow furrowing slightly with concern. Setting aside her notebook and moving closer to him, sensing the weight of his words. "I know, Calder," she murmured, her voice gentle. "I miss those times too."

Calder met Rakhi's gaze, hating how his heart ached. "It's not that I don't like Lita," he explained earnestly. "But sometimes I wish we could have moments like this without anyone else."

Rakhi nodded understandingly, her fingers absently tracing patterns in the grass. "I understand," she replied softly. "But Lita... she needs me right now. There haven't been any astronomy classes for her age yet, so I'm teaching her."

Calder sighed, running a hand over his crest. Rakhi's new compassion extended to everyone around, including Lita, but he couldn't shake the sense of loss for their once-simple companionship.

"I know," He admitted finally, his voice tinged with resignation. "And I understand... Lita is lucky to have you."

They sat together in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional murmur of Rakhi explaining celestial wonders to Lita. Despite Calder's longing, he found solace in Rakhi's presence.

—

Calder relaxed by the peaceful lake, basking in the early morning sunlight that cast a gentle glow over the tranquil waters. It was a cherished routine, a moment of quiet before the day's training began. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the tigress approaching until he felt her presence. When he looked up, he was taken aback by the intensity of her expression and the fiery fury in her hands.

"Rakhi, what's wrong?" Calder asked, concerned knitting his brow as he rose to his feet.

Rakhi's voice was tight with anger as she spoke. "I can't believe you, Calder," she said sharply, her eyes flashing with disappointment. "I thought better of you than to bully a child."

Calder's confusion deepened, his mind racing to grasp Rakhi's accusation. "Bully a child? What are you talking about?"

Rakhi took a step closer, the flames dancing ominously around her hands. "Lita told me everything," she said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "She needed your help, Calder. She was in trouble, and you turned your back on her."

Calder's heart sank as realization dawned on him. "Rakhi, I wasn't bullying Lita," he explained earnestly, his frustration rising. "I just... I wasn't in the mood to help her. That's all."

Rakhi's expression softened marginally, but her eyes remained unchanging. "Calder, Lita was assaulted by another student," she revealed, her voice cracking with anger and hurt. "And when she needed someone, you did nothing. Now she's hiding in the library and won't come out."

Calder's chest tightened with guilt and regret. He hadn't known the severity of the situation and hadn't realized the impact his indifference would have on Lita, much less Rakhi's wrath towards him. "I didn't know," he murmured, his voice heavy with remorse. "I should have been there."

Rakhi's shoulders slumped, the fire in her hands flickering and fading. "You should have," she agreed quietly, her disappointment palpable. "Lita trusted you, Calder. She needed someone to rely on, and you let her down."

Calder swallowed hard, the weight of Rakhi's words settling heavily on his shoulders. He had prided himself on being a protector, on standing up for those in need. Yet in his moment of frustration, he had failed.

"I'm sorry, Rakhi," Calder said, his voice thick with sentiment. "I'll talk to her."

Rakhi nodded solemnly, her gaze softening slightly. "You need to," she agreed, disappointment still evident. "Lita needs to know she can trust you, Calder."

Silently the tigress turned away with her tail hung low. Watching Rakhi walk away, the flames around her hands finally extinguished. Calder took a deep breath, steeling himself for a difficult conversation ahead.

—

Morning laps in the lake became part of Calder's day routine. The water had been warmed perfectly throughout the summer night. Using his tail to propel and dorsal crest to swim seamlessly.

It was silent, just him and his thoughts. He listened to his heartbeat while submerged, watching the reeds sway below. He scrunched his eyes, thinking that someone had dropped their drachma coin, the sunlight reflecting off of it. He held up a hand to shield his eyes until he realized that the supposed glare was a light peeking from the soil. His curiosity was piqued, prompting him to dive deeper.

As Calder descended, the water around seemed to shift and swirl with an inexplicable force, tugging him downward despite his best efforts to swim back up. Panic gripped him as he struggled against the unseen current, his lungs burning for air.

Suddenly, the water around him stopped, and when Calder opened his eyes, he realized he was no longer in the lake. Instead, he found himself in a vast, glowing chamber that appeared to stretch infinitely in every direction. Pillars of water shimmered with a soft, ethereal glow, and imposing figures stood on an elevated tier, emanating power and wisdom.

Calder's eyes widened as he recognized the Heralds—mythical beings that his clan had worshiped for generations, guardians of the Elemental Holders. They regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and expectation, their eyes glowing with otherworldly light.

"Child of the Aquaris, you have been chosen," intoned a voice that resounded deep within Calder's chest, echoing through the chamber. "You are summoned to become the next Elemental Holder of Water."

Fire- Fotiá

Running blindly through the night-shrouded forest, breath ragged and heart pounding in sync with the frantic rhythm of footsteps. Behind, the crackling roar of flames echoed through the air, a relentless reminder of the devastation consuming everything she held dear.

The acrid scent of smoke mingled with the lingering aroma of her burning village, clinging to her fur like a suffocating shroud. Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision as she stumbled over roots and fallen branches, each step driving her farther from the engulfing inferno that had once been her home.

"Please," she gasped between labored breaths, her voice hoarse with grief and desperation. "Let it take me too."

But the flames showed no mercy, their hungry tongues reaching out with ruthless intent, yet somehow parting to allow her passage as if guided by some unseen force. Through a haze of pain and confusion, she staggered through the dense new undergrowth, The echoes of crackling flames still haunted her mind, replaying the devastation that had consumed her world. She had fled from the inferno that consumed everything she knew, unable to control the fiery power that had erupted from within her.

As she stumbled into a small clearing, blue eyes widened at seeing a fox lady with gentle lime eyes, waiting patiently beside a tranquil pond. Having been expecting her as if he had known she would arrive here.

"Rakhi," the woman's voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within her. "I've been waiting for you."

Rakhi's throat tightened. "Who are you? What is this place?"

The fox's gaze softened, understanding the confusion and pain etched on Rakhi's face. "This is Olympus Island, a hideaway for those who bear the elemental marks given by the Heralds. And you have the mark of Fire."

Rakhi glanced down at her stomach on the right side, where a shimmering symbol of flame was imprinted into her fur. It pulsed faintly with her heartbeat.

"I don't want this," Rakhi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It destroyed everything. My family..."

The fox nodded sympathetically. "Power unchecked will be destructive. But here, you will learn to control it. You are not alone, Rakhi." She extended a gloved hand asking with a patient expression.

Rakhi's horrible night ended as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pink and gold. She felt a sense of anticipation grow within her. This place beckoned like a distant dream, promising refuge and answers for this unwanted mark.

Rakhi's eyes were drawn to the towering cliffs that framed the island's edge. Verdant foliage cascaded down their faces in contrast to the vibrant jungle she had left behind. Ahead, the landscape of rolling hills and lush valleys cradles the secrets of the Island.

Beside her, the women moved with silent steps, leading Rakhi up a winding path that snaked through a grove of ancient trees whose branches whispered with the wind. The air was alive with the scent of wildflowers and earth, a stark departure from the acrid smoke that still clung to her body.

As they ascended, the path widened and the terrain flattened into a clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. Nestled against the base of a colossal cliff, stood the entrance to the Forge of Flames—a structure that blended with its natural surroundings yet bore signs of craftsmanship.

Massive stone pillars, weathered by time and etched with swirling patterns reminiscent of flames, flanked a grand archway of obsidian and molten glass. The archway itself seemed to shimmer with an inner light, casting dancing reflections across the ground.

Above the archway, a mosaic of fiery hues depicted scenes of mythical creatures and heroes, their forms rendered in detail that seemed to flicker and dance with light. Rakhi's eyes traced the vibrant tableau, captivated by the stories and legacy it hinted at.

"I didn't introduce myself to you. My name is Dove, I'm one of the mentors here." The fox known as Dove smiled. She paused before the archway, turning to Rakhi. "Welcome to the Forge of Flames," she murmured, voice carrying solemnity. "Here, those like you find solace and purpose. Here, you will learn to wield your fire with control."

Rakhi's breath caught in her throat taking a hesitant step causing flames to emit cracking open the entrance. She crossed the foyer, feeling the warmth of the forge embrace her like an old friend. Inside, the cavernous chamber unfolded before her, alive with the rhythmic clang of a hammer on an anvil and the mesmerizing dance of sparks that illuminated the air.

Around her, others with the mark of fire each engaged in their schedules. Some practiced flame manipulation, while others forged weapons and tools infused with their element.

Rakhi was led down a corridor lined with flickering torches that cast dancing shadows on the rough-hewn stone walls. The air was warm and tinged with a faint scent of smoldering wood, a daunting reminder that she was now a part of.

Dove guided to a sturdy wooden door adorned with carvings of flames and geometric patterns. She turned to Rakhi with a gentle smile, ear twitching in anticipation. "This will be your dormitory, Rakhi," she said, voice carrying a reassuring warmth.

Rakhi pushed open the door and stepped inside, her senses immediately greeted by the cozy yet functional space that would be her sanctuary during her forever time. The room was small but thoughtfully arranged, a bed crafted from woven vines and soft moss. A simple wooden desk stood against one wall, adorned with scrolls and books that hinted at upcoming knowledge.

Along another wall, a stone fireplace crackled with a steady blaze, its warmth spreading throughout the room and casting a comforting glow on the rough-hewn wooden floor. Above the fireplace, a woven cloth with threads of crimson and gold depicted four stone statues.

Near the bed, a small basin filled with water reflected the soft light filtering in through a narrow window carved into the wall. Rakhi approached the basin and splashed cool water on her face, feeling the residue of her burnt world wash away. She gazed out the window. Rolling hills and distant peaks.

With a deep breath, she turned back to Dove, who had quietly stood outside of her room. "Thank you, Dove," she said earnestly, "For everything."

—

During the bustling lunchtime in the communal dining hall, Rakhi found herself amidst a gathering of fellow residents, each marked by their unique markings of elemental. The air was alive with the clatter of plates and lively chatter that reverbed. Unlike the warmth of the fire in her dormitory, it could have just been from how open-spaced everything was, sudden tension seized Rakhi as she scanned the room for a familiar mentor.

She sat alone at a wooden table tucked away in a corner, her gaze drifting between her meal and the animated conversations nearby. Words floated, snippets of gossip exchanged in hushed tones among some of her other peers. Rakhi's heart skipped a beat as she caught fleeting mentions of her name.

Anxiety gnawed at Rakhi's insides as she waited anxiously for Dove to join her. Knowing Dove would offer solace, but for now, the murmurs around her felt like accusing fingers pointing in her direction. Fighting to steady her breathing, reminding herself that no one truly knew the full extent of her past except for Dove.

Just as Rakhi mustered the courage to stand, to confront the rumors, or perhaps to simply escape, fate intervened. Rising from her seat, mind racing with discordant emotions walking away briskly when suddenly, she collided with someone passing by—a collision of bodies and startled gasps that shattered the fragile calm she tried to maintain.

Panic surged through Rakhi as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with alarm. The other person, a young lynx with eyes wide with surprise, steadied herself and reached out instinctively. "I'm so sorry!" the lynx blurted, concern evident in her voice.

Rakhi's pulse pounded in her ears as she stammered an apology, her words catching in her throat. Without another glance, she turned and fled from the dining hall, her heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and fear. She couldn't bear to face the scrutiny.

Outside, the cool breeze of Olympus Island offered little relief. Rakhi leaned against the rough-hewn wall, her chest heaving with each breath as she struggled to compose herself. Tears threatened to spill as she replayed the moment in her mind: the collision, the whispers, the overwhelming embrace.

Across the bustling hall, Dove scanned the room, searching for Rakhi amidst the crowd. When she spotted her abruptly leaving, concern hit her heart. She rose swiftly, intending to catch up with her, but by the time she reached the entrance, Rakhi was already gone.

"Oh great not again." Dove sighed

—

Rakhi fled the dining hall overwhelmed with emotions, running aimlessly away from the prying eyes and whispered gossip that had unnerved her. Tears blurred her vision as she sought refuge. Running blindly, she abruptly found herself in the armory, navigating its dimly lit passages.

Finally, breathless and trembling, Rakhi found herself at an unlabeled door tucked away in a secluded corner of the armory. With a hesitant glance over her shoulder, she pushed open the door and slipped inside.

The armory basement welcomed her with a refreshing chill. The stone walls were lined with rows of empty shelves, bearing the dusty outlines of former weapons.

Rakhi found a shadowed corner and sank to the ground, drawing her knees to her chest. Here, amidst the quiet solitude of the armory, she allowed herself a moment to collect her thoughts. The rhythmic beating of her heart echoed in the stillness, a stark contrast to the chaotic mess that had driven her here.

Hours passed in silence. The passage of time was marked only by the distant echoes of footsteps and the occasional creak of the building settling. Rakhi remained hidden, her mind replaying the events of the day – the whispers of gossip, the accidental collision, and the overwhelming sense of isolation that had driven her to seek refuge in this forgotten corner.

As dusk settled over the island, the heavy door to the armory basement creaked open once more. Startled, Rakhi drew further back into the shadows, her pulse quickening. A figure emerged from the stairwell, bringing with it the smell of petrichor.

—

After the reassuring encounter in the armory basement, Rakhi felt hope rekindle within her. The gecko named Calder had offered her not just understanding, but a simple act of kindness that had touched her deeply: sharing a portion of his meager meal with her. Looking back now, she wishes she hadn't tried to cook him like a burnt lizard.

Days passed, and Rakhi slowly gained the courage to leave the basement again. She couldn't shake the memory of Calder's generous gesture or the lingering uncertainties that still troubled her. With each tentative step, she started to explore the halls and courtyards of the island, feeling a little lighter.

In the mornings, Rakhi would steal glances from afar at Calder as he made his way to his classes. His confident stride and focused demeanor inspired her, reminding her of the resilience she sought within herself. She watched him discreetly, admiring the quiet strength he seemed to effortlessly exude.

One crisp morning, as the sun cast a golden hue over the island's landscape, Rakhi mustered the courage to approach him. She waited until he had finished speaking with a group of fellow trainees before stepping forward, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

"Calder," she called out softly, her voice carrying across the tranquil courtyard.

Calder turned, surprise flickering briefly in his eyes before a warm smile spread across his face. "Rakhi," he greeted.

Emboldened by his reception, Rakhi approached him with a shy smile of her own. "I just wanted to say thank you," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "For sharing your food with me that day. It meant a lot to me."

Calder's eyes widened, shifting as he thought of a response. "You're welcome," he replied sincerely. "I'm glad I could help."

They stood together for a moment in companionable silence, As they parted ways to attend their respective classes, Rakhi found herself walking a little taller, her steps more assured.

—

Rakhi and Dove sat on a weathered stone bench overlooking the expanse of the Forge's central courtyard. The air was crisp with the scent of wildflowers and pine.

"Dove," Rakhi began tentatively, her gaze drifting to the sunlight reflected on the surface of a nearby pond, "you've been like family to me since the day we met."

Dove chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a warmth that belied the gravity of their conversation. "Ah, Rakhi," she replied with a gentle smile, "You're a tiger with a heart of fire. It's been nice seeing you grow."

Rakhi's ears twitched at her words, a mixture of gratitude and sadness tugging at her heart. "But why now?" she asked earnestly, her voice tinged with concern. "Why leave when there's still so much left to teach?"

Dove's expression softened as she leaned back against the cool stone bench, gaze fixed on the distant ocean, "There are matters back home that require my attention. Matters of family."

Rakhi nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of her words. "What about your brother?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will the Heralds choose him too?"

Dove's expression suddenly hardened as she clenched her fists, a flicker of disdain crossing her features. "I wish I could promise you, Rakhi," she replied quietly. "But after all this time, I fear the Heralds may not favor him. Quite frankly I'm glad they haven't."

Rakhi's heart sank at the thought of Dove leaving. In a way, she wished she could tell her to take her too. "I understand," she said softly. "You must do what you feel is right."

Before Dove could respond, a faint rustling caught her attention. Turning slightly, she noticed a particular lizard clumsily climbing over the hedge.

Dove smiled warmly, finding it comical. "It seems my time is up. I wish you well."

—

Several years had passed since Dove's departure from Olympus Island, and Rakhi had grown into a confident and skilled teen, her fiery spirit seasoned by the experiences gained during her time.

One sunny morning, Rakhi and Calder found themselves on the sandy shores of the island, engaged in rigorous training and testing one another. The rhythmic crash of waves provided a pacifying backdrop to their practice, a routine they had come to cherish as they relied on one another.

As they spared and practiced, their attention was suddenly drawn to a faint cry echoing across the beach. Racing toward the source of the sound, Rakhi discovered a small figure huddled near the water's edge—a little girl with wide eyes and trembling limbs, her clothes tattered and expression filled with fear.

Without hesitation, she approached the girl, reassuring her presence and gradually coaxing her to trust her. The child introduced herself as Lita, her voice barely above a whisper as she explained how she had become separated from her mother by black mist.

Moved by compassion, Rakhi took Lita under her wing, offering her comfort and safety amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. Though at the apprehension of Calder.

Rakhi led Lita through the bustling corridors of the academy halls, her young charge trailing behind her with apprehension, possibly even paranoia of being somewhere unfamiliar. They passed students walking to and from classes, little Lita kept her head down while Rakhi walked in front holding her hand.

Their destination loomed ahead—the Forge of Flames. As they approached the entrance, Rakhi noticed the questioning glances and murmurs that followed them, calling attention to Lita's disheveled appearance.

Undeterred by the stares, Rakhi guided Lita into the Forge. The air was thick with the scent of heated metal and the crackle of flames, unlike the open air and ocean shore they had just come from.

Both walked to the shared Forge's bathroom. Rakhi located a basin for water and a clean cloth and gestured for Lita to sit while she set about cleaning the sand and saltwater from the young girl's quills and face. Lita sat patiently as Rakhi washed her; she was gentle, almost like her mother.

Outside the bathroom door, Rakhi could feel the curious stares and whispers. She sighed, knowing that those with different markings would be out of place here, but she paid no mind to them.

"Why does Rakhi have a little girl?"

"Is she lost? Shouldn't she be with the younger students?"

Rakhi ignored the murmurs, focused solely on Lita and the comfort she sought to provide. She smiled reassuringly at the young girl and in return she was given one back.

"It's okay, Lita," Rakhi said softly, her words meant for Lita's ears alone. "We'll get you cleaned up and settled in."

Lita nodded hesitantly, her eyes wide with uncertainty yet filled with trust in Rakhi's care. As Rakhi continued her task, she felt a sense of pride in being able to offer Lita the same sense of security and belonging that Dove had once given her.

"Is my mom here?" Lita asked.

"Your mother? Maybe she is around. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll show up," Rakhi said as she rinsed the soap off her arms.

Lita glanced at the gray tile floor. "I wanna go home," she mumbled, fiddling with her hands, anxious.

Finally, after cleaning her up, Rakhi wrapped a towel around her before carrying her out of the bathroom, where her peers were waiting on the other side. 'How obnoxious of them'.

"Introducing Lita," Rakhi announced, her voice echoing across the hall. "She'll be staying with me until I can locate her mother." There was a moment of silence as Rakhi's peers processed her words. Some held expressions of understanding, while others were skeptical of her declaration.

As the weeks turned into months, Rakhi dedicated herself to helping Lita adapt and integrate into life among the other students. It wasn't just about teaching Lita the basics of elemental control, but also ensuring that she felt included. To Rakhi's delight, she discovered that Lita bore the marking of lightning. However, given her age, she has not yet found Lita ready to be alone.

One evening, as the sky darkened and the stars began to appear, Rakhi and Lita reviewed astronomy notes underneath the stars. Lita was fascinated by the celestial bodies, and Rakhi took pride in nurturing Lita's curiosity about her new home. However, she also felt a slight regret for not having found her mother.

"Look, Lita," Rakhi pointed out, tracing constellations in the air with her finger. "That cluster of stars there is Orion's Belt. It's one of the most recognizable patterns in the night sky."

Lita leaned closer, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's beautiful," she whispered.

As they continued their study session, Rakhi couldn't help but notice the third wheel in the back. She sensed a subtle change in Calder's demeanor, a hint of nostalgia and longing in his gaze as he looked at her. Understanding his unspoken thoughts, she decided to address them, realizing that their friendship had been neglected.

Rakhi's expression softened and pressed her lips together as she reached out to gently squeeze Calder's hand, her gaze flickering to Lita, who was absorbed in her notes, "She needs me, Calder, just like I needed Dove when I first came here."

Calder met Rakhi's gaze. "You're right," he acknowledged though his eyes didn't. "Lita is lucky to have you."

Rakhi nodded gratefully, her heart warmed by Calder's understanding. "I would be really glad if you could look out for her too, Calder," she admitted, her voice tinged with earnestness. "She's part of the family now."

—

Rakhi strolled down the sunlit corridors of the main school building, the echoes of students' chatter and the faint scent of flowers filling the air. Being on her way to pick up Lita after her history class, looking forward to hearing about what she learned.

As she passed by the benches facing the indoor garden, she caught sight huddled in distress. Lita, bright eyes clouded with tears as she sat, shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs trying to curl herself into a ball.

Rakhi's heart skipped a beat as she approached, footsteps quiet against the polished marble floor. "Lita," she called gently, kneeling beside the young girl. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

Lita sniffled, hiccuping to tell. "I... I was pushed down by one of the other kids, Calder saw, but he didn't help me." She managed to choke out. Rakhi furrowed, pressing her lips into a thin line already knowing what to say when she saw the gecko.

"Lita, it's fine," Rakhi soothed, patting Lita's trembling back. "Let's go somewhere quiet, all right? We'll talk about it." But Lita shook her head fiercely. "No, I don't want to talk!" she insisted, pulling away from Rakhi's touch. Before she could respond, Lita darted off upstairs towards the library, leaving Rakhi bewildered.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Rakhi straightened and turned on her heel. Her gaze scanned the halls for Calder, but he wasn't there. She made her way to the one spot where she was sure Calder would be, hoping he would understand her disappointment when she found him.

—

The sun's warm glow streamed through the large, dusty windows, illuminating blueprints and scattered parts. Rakhi's task for the day was to assist in fusing the limbs of golems. These golems were almost mechanical yet entirely made of porcelain plating and infused with red stone for functionality. This task was crucial to ensure the stone constructs could function properly again.

Her mentor, a wise old owl named Archime, had instructed her to focus on this task, leaving her to manage it while he attended to other duties. Rakhi was absorbed in her work when she glanced over to the workshop entrance, where Calder and Lita, were stationed. Having Calder be assigned to watch over Lita, a responsibility he seemed less than thrilled about.

As Rakhi carefully welded a golem's limb with a honey-like glue, she noticed Archime approaching. He had an air of calm authority, his wings folded neatly at his sides.

"Achime," Rakhi called out, her voice carrying across the workshop. "I've made good progress on these limbs. Are there any more golems that need to be repaired?"

Achime's expression grew solemn. "There were, but most of the others have been decommissioned."

Rakhi frowned, puzzled. "Decommissioned? I thought we needed more repairs."

Archime nodded. "Yes, we did, but the decision was made to retire them. The island is shifting its focus to newer models and newer Surface technologies. The older golems were not... efficient."

Rakhi sighed, finding it wasteful to allow such valuable help to go to waste. "I see. It's just... I was hoping to get more of them operational. They're part of our infrastructure now."

Archime gave her a reassuring smile. "You've done an excellent job with the ones we have. And your work is always appreciated. The newer models will benefit from the upgrades you've made."

Rakhi nodded, though she couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the older golems. They had been a newer part of Olympus Island's development. She glanced over at Calder and Lita, who were engaged in their little world.

Seeing Calder's indifferent demeanor and Lita's enthusiastic chatter, Rakhi's heart softened. Despite Calder's lack of enthusiasm for babysitting, she appreciated his help. She knew he harbored feelings for her, though she wished she could.

As she resumed her work, Rakhi's mind wandered back to Calder and Lita. She hoped the pair were managing well, having given Calder a second chance after what he did, seeing that he was remorseful.

From a distance, she could see Calder's occasional glances toward her, his expression a mix of concentration and something she couldn't quite place. Lita, on the other hand, seemed completely absorbed in her activities, her voice carrying a cheerful lilt that contrasted with Calder's more reserved demeanor.

Rakhi admired Calder's effort, even if he didn't always show it. She knew he was trying, and that effort was something she valued deeply. As she continued her work, she hoped that the day would bring a positive turn for both Calder and Lita.

Wiping the sweat from her brow as she finished the last weld on the golems' limbs. The workshop was quiet now, save for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clink of tools. With a satisfied sigh, she straightened up, stretching her back as she looked around. The golems stood tall and sturdy, their limbs now securely fused and ready for work.

Glancing over toward where Calder and Lita had been stationed earlier, she scanned the workshop entrance with her eyes. They weren't there. She held up a hand to her ear, hoping to hear something. It was unusual for Lita to be so quiet, and Calder's absence was equally puzzling.

Rakhi started moving toward where they were last seen. Before she could call out, she heard a hurried, almost panicked voice.

"Rakhi! Rakhi!" Calder came sprinting around the corner, his usually calm demeanor replaced with haste. His eyes were wide and he was clearly out of breath from whatever it was that startled him.

"Calder, what's going on?" Rakhi asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed Lita was not with him.

Calder skidded to a stop in front of her, his eyes darting back in the direction he had come from. "It's Lita. She somehow angered one of the golems! It's... it's gone berserk!"

Rakhi's eyes widened, her heart sinking. She turned to look at the golems, securely standing in place behind her. They were functioning as intended with no sign of any disturbance.

Confusion marked her face. "The golems here seem to be in order. Which one are you talking about?"

Calder's face turned slightly pale as he realized the problem. "There was one in the storage. Lita dropped her toy and went to retrieve it. She must have touched something. I didn't realize it was still operational!"

Rakhi's eyes widened in realization. She turned swiftly, her heart racing. "Of course. I should have remembered. Come let's go." Without wasting a moment, both bolted toward the storage section of the workshop.

As they turned the corner, their hearts sank. The space was empty, except for scattered tools and the decommissioned golem that crouched above the raptors with glowing red eyes, holding its gaze at something. Lita was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as Rakhi spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. An old marionette, repurposed as a decorative piece, was moving with unusual dexterity. Upon closer inspection, it was holding Lita in its mechanical arms.

Rakhi's eyes widened in alarm. "Calder, look! The marionette has Lita!"

Calder's eyes followed the marionette, which was now darting out the workshop's exit with surprising swiftness. "What's it doing? Why is it running away with her?"

Rakhi was stunned as she watched the marionette trying to protect Lita. It dashed out and made its way toward the shore, moving awkwardly but quickly, its wooden limbs working hard to evade pursuit.

The golem hissed as its porcelain plating leaked oil, and its limbs creaked as it bent before launching itself out of the shed. The force of it destroyed the entrance, causing Calder and Rakhi to jump out of the way, as it crawled on all fours in the direction the marionette had gone.

Rakhi and Calder rushed, their footsteps echoing through the shed as they sprinted toward the beach. The sun was setting, casting long shadows on the sand as they reached the shore. Seeing the marionette duck into a nearby cave, with Lita still carefully clutched in its arms.

"What's it doing?" Calder panted, "Why is it taking her into that cave?"

Rakhi observed the berserk golem lumbering toward the cave. Its movements were clumsy and erratic, driven by whatever malfunction was causing it to act unpredictably.

"It must have been attempting to shield Lita from the golem," Rakhi said, bafflement creeping into her voice. "We need to reach them before something happens."

Dashing toward the cave, the cool evening breeze biting at their skin as they approached. They could hear the distant sounds of the golem's clanking footsteps echoing.

"Stay close," Rakhi said, listening carefully to the noise. "We need to get inside and get out."

As they squeezed through the entrance of the cave, darkness enveloped them. The dim light from outside faded quickly, leaving them in a gloom lit only by the occasional flicker of shadows from Rakhi's flames. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, mingling with the distant clanking of the golem.

Suddenly, a strange, eerie glow began to illuminate the tunnel. Rakhi and Calder looked up to see red lights trailing along the tunnel's ceiling, moving rhythmically as if tracing the path the marionette and golem had taken.

Rakhi's eyes widened in alarm. "What are those lights?"

Calder glanced around, "I don't know, but it doesn't look good. We should be careful."

Rakhi, driven by fear for Lita's safety, hastened her pace. "We need to hurry. Lita could be in danger. We have to catch up to her and that marionette!"

Calder urgently tried to catch up with Rakhi, his voice full of urgency. "Rakhi, wait! We don't know what those lights mean. It could be a trap or some kind of warning system!"

"Don't worry," Rakhi said, her concern driving her forward. She kept up her brisk pace through the tunnel, focusing on the red lights that appeared to show the way. The lights cast unsettling reflections on the cave walls, heightening the feeling of dread.

"Calder, I have to get to her," Rakhi said, her voice tinged with desperation. "I can't take my time."

Despite Calder's objections, she took off. The red lights above cast an ominous glow, and a low, mechanical hum filled the air. Suddenly, a loud, mechanical clang echoed through the tunnel, causing Rakhi to halt abruptly. The red lights flared brightly and then dimmed, and an eerie silence came over the cave.

The tension in Rakhi's legs became unbearable, but upon reaching the end of the tunnel, she felt a moment of relief. She peered cautiously, her breath catching in her throat. The cave's interior was illuminated by the dying light, revealing the marionette piled against the wall, seemingly crushed and discarded. The berserk golem lay torn to pieces, seemingly by immense force, with the smell of burnt metal emanating from its wires hanging loosely out of its protective shell plating. One of its claws was stabbed in its chest, with Lita lying on top, clutching that very claw.

"Lita!" Rakhi breathed

As soon as Calder arrived, he clicked his tongue feeling anxious just from looking at the destruction. He didn't want to linger on the thought of possibly either coming back on. "Hurry up. The last thing we need is more trouble."

Rakhi rolled her eyes, finding Calder's anxiety unreasonable given that he had one job. "The golem is dead, quit being paranoid," she said, although she supposed she was partially at fault for leaving Lita with him. The adverse thought that this might taint her and Lita's friendship crept in.

As she approached, balancing on the stable parts of the golem that were left, she reached to grab hold of Lita's arm. The cave trembled unexpectedly, causing a few of the hanging stalactites to fall and collide with the ground. Calder dodged, shouting, "This place is falling apart!" as he raised an arm to shield his face from the debris, using the moisture in the air to cut down the falling stalactites.

Rakhi, aware of the time limit before the cave collapsed, grunted at being rushed as she tried to pull Lita into her arms. However, she noticed she was no longer standing on solid ground. It was a sinking feeling, perhaps her foot had slipped? but then she realized that her body wasn't falling, but rather moving away.

She glanced down and noticed Calder's tail was fastened around her waist, keeping her secure to his body as he ran back towards the tunnel. Coming back to her senses, she noticed that the distance between them and Lita was increasing.

Rakhi tugged at Calder's grasp, kicking her legs to get him to let her go. "Damn it, Calder!" she cursed, "We can't just leave the kid behind!"

"Would you rather we die and risk ourselves ever going home?!" Calder snapped, not faltering in his pace, "I don't know what it is that kid had done to make you soft but I'm not about to allow you to throw away all this progress just because she couldn't cut it!"

Mortified at his words, Rakhi's shoulders tensed. Her jaw slackened and she tilted her head ever so slightly, as if to hear him more clearly. Raising her fist, she punched Calder on the side of his head, her eyes burning bright blue, fed up with him.

"Lita is just a kid! She needs to make mistakes to learn! Do you know how she will feel when she finds out you left her alone again because of your selfish desire to go home? I can't bear the thought of dealing with her disappointment and anger forever!"

Calder came to an abrupt stop, causing Rakhi to be thrown out of his hold and tumble onto the ground. She quickly regained her composure and landed on her feet with a back jump. Glancing at Calder with disappointment, never expecting him to leave someone behind.

Dusting herself off, she walked past Calder feeling conflicted and repulsed. Her voice held nothing but strict direction. "When I get Lita back, you and I will tell the others what you did."

Calder lowered his head, almost appearing repentant, but due to the limited lighting, it was hard to tell aside from his glowing yellow eyes and trembling hands. Always trying to make the most critical of decisions seemed to lead back to endangering someone else. If this continues, he might... Quickly shaking those thoughts away, Calder glanced over his shoulder with a benign expression in his eyes, his pupils shrinking before muttering a few words.

Rakhi hummed in wonder as she felt the ground softening beneath her. Looking down, she realized she was sinking into quicksand. "Calder!" she called out, turning her head to look at the reptile, knowing fully well that this was his doing. She attempted to crawl her way out but only ended up sinking deeper.

"You'll forgive me, Rakhi," Calder told her, shoulders shaking with remorse. "I can't bear to lose a friend."

Rakhi's curses proved futile as her body vanished into the earth, leaving Calder to proceed toward the cave's exit.

—

In one deep breath, coughing out sand, Rakhi jumped to her feet, darting around and realizing she was outside with no sign of Lita. The gravity of the situation weighed on her shoulders as she ran a hand over her face until her attention landed on Calder, who was examining the blocked-off cave.

As Calder hummed to himself, he felt someone's eyes on him. The look in Rakhi's eyes made him feel as if he was damned if he didn't want to flee. He cautiously raised his hands, keeping his attention on her in case she was about to attack.

"Before you attack me, the cave collapsed as soon as we got out. There's no way we can go back in. I can't remove all this without over-exerting myself," he explained, hoping that this reality would calm Rakhi down somewhat. Instead, it only seemed to make her more upset.

Rakhi growled, her lips turning into a snarl, revealing sharp canines as her rage built to a boiling point. "You bokachoda!" she screamed, her claws stretching through her gloves as she lunged at Calder. The gecko prepared to dodge, stepping back the moment her claws were a hair's breadth away from his face. It hurt deeply to be attacked by his friend for something out of his control.

"Rakhi, please! Listen to me!" Calder tried to negate, feeling genuinely fearful, having to jump back as Rakhi swung at him, causing her to miss and fall on all fours, tail swishing back and forth with slitted eyes like the predator she was.

"Why should I listen to a selfish lizard that only cares for himself?!" Rakhi hissed her words, palms of her hands leaving burn marks in the grass, a clear sign of her fire element, much to Calder's dismay. "Gutless, deceitful, cold-blooded lizard!"

"Your words hurt. I will not indulge in such spiteful behavior that is unwarranted," Calder said as he pressed his fingertips together. Creating a spherical water cage around himself and sitting firmly inside with his arms and legs crossed. "I will wait until you calm down."

Undeterred, Rakhi attacked the cage without fault.

Calder rested his eyes, allowing time to pass. When he opened them, he saw Rakhi panting on the ground, bent over as her flames dimmed into embers. He kept his guard up, fully aware of how regenerative her powers were. It was unfortunate to see her reduced to a rage-filled heap on the ground.

"Why?" Rakhi heaved, swaying as she stood up, facing away from Calder. She tilted her head up to the sky, now a dim purple from the ongoing sunset. Tears brimmed in her eyes. "Why must we learn to protect people if we failed to save one of our own?"

Calder pressed his lips together, glanced at the ground, and then up at Rakhi. He parted his lips to speak, only to get the sound of one letter before being interrupted by a voice echoing in the distance.

Rakhi's ears perked and her senses heightened as she sniffed the air while Calder remained in his water cage watching as she attentively searched for the sound.

Both of their attention snapped to see a speck on top of the cave, just above the rubble closing off the cave entrance. "Hey!" Lita waved joyfully, waving her arms and hopping on one leg indicating that she was injured.

Calder stood up and canceled his water cage. "There is no way," he breathed. "That can't be–"' He turned his attention back to Rakhi and saw her eyes watering with tears as she whimpered Lita's name through a wavering smile, causing a wilt in his shoulders.

"Lita!" Rakhi yelled, sprinting up the debris, using her fire to launch off the rocks as she ascended to reach the child.

Once they were back on the ground, Calder inspected Lita, trying to see if anything was suspicious, but there appeared to be nothing to cause concern. Looking back at the caved entrance, it seemed impossible that she could have gotten out alone.

"How did you manage to escape?" he asked, stupefied.

Rakhi held Lita tightly in one arm, smoothing out her quills to remove any lingering dust. She then turned her attention to Calder, giving him a wrathful glare while still maintaining her smile, which made her seem intimidating. "I'm sure Lita can explain everything as we head back."

—

After tucking Lita into bed with a gentle goodnight, Rakhi quietly slipped out of the dimly lit bedroom. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the chiseled windows, casting over the halls as she walked away.

Sitting alone in the dimly lit lounge room of the Forge, the crackling of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the walls. It had been weeks since Calder's departure, and despite the ache of his absence, Rakhi had remained steadfast in her role as Lita's guardian and mentor.

As she watched the flames flicker and dance before her, Rakhi's thoughts drifted to the incident with the rogue builder golem. Despite her efforts to intervene, the golem nearly killed Lita before whatever finally subdued it.

Tonight was no different as she reflected on the events of the day, her mind heavy with thoughts of the future ahead. Sighing softly, the warmth of the fire offered a fleeting comfort amidst the uncertainty.

Suddenly, Rakhi noticed something unusual: the flames in the fireplace began to dim, despite her attempts to feed them with wood. Frowning in confusion, she concentrated harder, willing the flames to grow stronger, but to no avail. Instead, the room seemed to grow colder, with shadows lengthening ominously around her.

Rakhi started feeling uneasy when a bright flash of light suddenly surrounded her. Startled, she shielded her eyes against the sudden brightness, realizing that she had left behind a red handkerchief that was gifted to her by Dove.

Air- Aeolus

The winds of Eden are a mystery, even to me. I drift through the sky, feathers rippling with the currents that I'm supposed to command, but I feel more like a spectator than a master. My wings slice through the air with practiced ease, yet there's a disquiet in my heart—a gnawing emptiness that I can't quite place.

Where am I truly from? The heralds brought me here, from someplace I can't recall. They speak of destinies and elements, of roles I must fulfill. I am the Elemental Holder of air, they say, and in Eden, I am to manage the winds. I am to shape the gales and temper the storms, to weave the breath of the world itself. But who am I? The name they've given me—Courtland—feels like a label more than a true identity.

Each day I perform my duties with the precision of a clockwork mechanism. I guide the winds, ensuring they follow their paths, their cycles. I sense the subtle shifts in the atmosphere and respond to the whims of the skies. And yet, the more I tend to these ethereal tasks, the more distant my past seems. It's as if the very air I command is trying to sweep away the fragments of my history.

I close my eyes and let the wind whisper through my feathers. It tells me the secrets of this place—of Eden's beauty and its hidden dangers. But these whispers do not speak of where I come from, or why I was chosen. They only echo the present, a present that I navigate with a skill that feels both natural and foreign.

I see the Heralds from time to time. They are embodiments of their elements, confident in their roles and histories. I watch them with quiet envy, wishing I could remember a time when I, too, had such certainty. The only things that feel familiar are the flight of the wind and the sensation of freedom that it brings—yet even these seem like distant memories rather than inherent truths.

My days blend into one another in a haze of air currents and shifting skies. The wind's playfulness often turns solemn, mirroring the turbulence within me. I wish I could summon a breeze of clarity, something to dispel the fog of confusion that surrounds my origins. But for now, I am adrift in Eden, a keeper of the winds with no memory of where I truly belong.

I must accept this as part of my journey. In time, the answers will come. For now, I will continue to command the air and listen to its murmurs, hoping that one day the winds will reveal the truth of my past and guide me back to the essence of who I truly am.

—

Shadow stirred from his sleep, blinking awake from persistent shaking that gradually pulled him from the depths of his slumber. Rubbing his eyes and refocusing, finding himself in the quiet, sun-drenched library. His head rested on an open book, its pages slightly creased from his weight.

"Shadow, wake up," Lita said softly, her voice carrying amusement.

He straightened up, feeling the stiff crick in his neck from the awkward position. Squinting against the morning light filtering through the grand arched windows. Lita standing beside him waiting patiently.

"What time is it?" Shadow muttered groggily, running a hand through his disheveled quills.

"You've been here all night," Lita replied, her eyes searching his face for an explanation.

Shadow sighed closing the book, placing it on the opposite side of the table. "Yeah, I guess I lost track of time. Got caught up in the research."

Lita's gaze softened as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You could have stayed at my temple, you know. It's not far, and I have plenty of space. You wouldn't have had to sleep in a library chair. It's not comfortable, from personal experience."

Shadow looked away, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment. "I didn't want to impose. It's fine."

Lita's eyes narrowed slightly, but she seemed to sense the unspoken reasons behind his reluctance. She sighed and shook her head with a knowing smile. "Alright, fine. But you're coming with me now. We're going to get breakfast. You look like you could use a proper meal."

Shadow managed a grateful smile, his eyes warming at the genuine concern in her voice. "That sounds good."