Soul Seekers

Chapter1

Firendar is a 14 year old Quaralition, born in the continent of fire. She was born on the 8th of Zemoria in the year of the dragon. Her hair is bright red like flames and her eyes were so dark they looked like pitch black caves. She has a slim body that was clad in leather clothes. She lived in Tamenar which was the capitol of Quaralite.

Firendar was strolling down Barren Road, heading for her Sword Master’s home. Deep in thought she went through her memories of the past few days. Things had been really strange lately, weird things had been happening all over Quaralite. Weird lights in the sky, animals going crazy, powers suddenly going out of control. Not to mention the disappearance of the dragons! What the hell was going on?

Firendar snapped out of her thought as she arrived at her Sword Master’s home. This was a place of power; built on an ancient ceremonial ground; a magic nexus. It was in the middle of the nexus of Quaralite, this meant that it was an equal distance from the six elements light, dark, earth, air, fire, and water.

“Firendar, what brings you here?” a voice suddenly asked. Firendar’s head shot up faster than an arrow. Firendar stammered awkwardly,

“I’m sorry Master. It’s just…I feel something weird and I don’t know what to do.”

“I understand,” the Master paused. “I have started to feel it too.” He wandered over to the window and gazed out of it thoughtfully. “I have often wondered when the best time to tell you this would be,” he mused.

“Tell me what?” Firendar inquired cautiously.

“You must not call me Master anymore. You have far surpassed me in many ways Firendar,” he said seriously. The look of shock that passed over Firendar’s face was indescribable.

“What everyone else calls me, Yarka.”

“Alright, but what is going on around here? The place is going nuts. We had the lights in the sky, next came the disappearance of the dragons and then the disease that affects peoples powers. What is going on?” Firendar exclaimed. Yarka sighed exasperatedly and moved over to the table and said,

“A prophesy I coming true. Basically, everything alive on Quaralite is going to die. Eventually it is going to spread to all the other continents. When it is finished, there will be no more life anywhere. Even plants can’t escape its wrath.”

“There must be something someone can do! We can’t just stay here, bury our heads in the sand and hope that it goes away!” she yelled full of worry.

“Why do you think that I’ve been preparing you in everything that I know?” Yarka explained hurriedly. “The prophesy mentions a group of people, one from each continent. The first one it describes is from Quaralite. Born in Zemoria on the year of the dragon, hair of flames…”

“Oh come on! You don’t think that it’s describing me do you?” Firendar snorted.

“Actually, I do.”

“Oh man,” she groaned. “You’re nuts. What else does it say?”

“Only that one person from Galanos, Devilia, Arla and Walamein are destined to join you,” he whispered quietly.

She slumped down onto a chair, making her hair look as if it was made of fire. She leaned back against the chair, sighed and slowly closed her eyes. She began to wonder what it would be like to journey to all those different places. Suddenly, a thought hit her.

“Why isn’t someone from Lorturia supposed to join me?”

“I thought that you knew!” he exclaimed surprised. “Well I’ll be damned. I thought that you knew that Lorturia was uninhabited. All that’s there is an ancient shrine!”

“It seems to me that I don’t have any chose in the matter,” Firendar grumbled.

“That’s the spirit,” Yarka mumbled sarcastically. “You need to go see Reller for weapons. Do you have any already?”

“I have my mother’s sword, will that do?”

“Yes. If I remember rightly, it has some kind of powers,” he said quietly to himself. “Right after that, create a dragon and go to Carna. Take a boat to Doros and I’m afraid from there, you’re on your own.”

After an hour of talking, Firendar left her ex-master’s house, feeling more bogged down than when she arrived. All that she thought about now was he can’t be right can he? But deep down she knew that he was right. As she walked to Reller’s armory, to get her mid of things, she thought of her parents and considered what she was best at fighting with.

Thinking back to her training, she found that the sword was her best, followed by the bow and then the dagger. At least she already had a sword as they were extremely expensive.

“Firendar, it’s good to see you!” Reller boomed with his usual enthusiasm. “So what can I do for you?”

“Do you have any good bows and daggers? I’m going away for a while and I got a feeling that I’m gonna need them.”

“Aye. That reminds,” Reller smacked his forehead. “Semar said that this is for you. He made it himself.”

He chucked a package at Firendar. With great care, she slowly opened it. Inside was a bow and arrows. She held the bow up to the light she acknowledged that Semar had outdone himself. The bow was intricately carved with dragons. On the arrows, the rune for accuracy was etched in to the delicately.

“It’s beautiful,” Firendar whispered breathlessly. “It must have taken him ages to make them.”

“Believe me it did. He’s been working on it since last Tarna, and this is a gift from me since you’ve helped me out so much.”

Reller handed a small dagger to Firendar. It looked really plain next to the bow but it had its own charm. For once, Firendar was completely struck dumb.

“Thank-you so much,” Firendar stammered hoarsely.

They said their good byes and Firendar started to walk home. This was the part that she dreaded; going back to her aunt and uncle’s house. Both her parents had died when she was five years old, her Aunt Kanna and Uncle Suro took her in, but only to treat her as a slave. Once she had collected her sword then she was going to be out of there before they could say anything.

“Where on Garan do you think you’ve been? You’re chores aren’t done, you haven’t cooked dinner and the dog hasn’t been walked. We’ve had to do everything ourselves!”

Firendar turned around. Oh well. Her plan had been to slip in through the back unnoticed went down in flames. Damn!

“It’s about time you that you got off your big butts and actually did something for yourselves for a change,” she fumed. “I’m so sick and tired of being your slave.”

“Well of all the cheek… we’ve fed you, clothed you and let you train. That’s ungratefulness for you,” yelled her Aunt Kanna.

“Oh will you shut up!” Firendar moaned.

Firendar flew down the stairs and rushed into her room, slammed the door shut and leant against it, trying to drown out the sound of her Aunt’s and Uncle’s voices. In frustration, she banged her head against the door, then stormed over to her wardrobe and threw open the doors. Inside was her mother’s sword. It was the only thing that she had of her parents. Strapping it to her waist, she collected her bow, arrows and her dagger. She sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t need them.

Firendar slowly went down the stairs, praying to Kolom that they didn’t hear her. Creak! In horror, she realized that there was no way that they wouldn’t that

“Fiiiiiirrrreeeeenndaaaar!”

“You’re in my way,” she growled.

With that said she concentrated on an image of a dragon. Slowly, it formed behind her aunt and uncle. They realized what was happen and spun around to see the product of her imagination. Firendar barged past them but their eyes never left the dragon.

Outside, Firendar gave a huge sigh of relief. She was finally free from the gruesome duo! Gathering her concentration, she created another dragon and took off into the blue sky and headed for Carna and to her destiny.