A lonely figure travels down an even lonelier path, his hands by his sides and his head bowed. He is wrapped in a golden cloak with purple lining and his shaven head reveals many different intricate tattoos.

His feet hit the dirt with a light thud and dust travels up to his knees and stops. His eyes are shut and his mouth thin with thought. He stops. A young fawn is wounded and is limping across the man’s path.

A kind smile comes across his face and he kneels down and beckons the young animal. His amber eyes glisten as the small creature hobbles over to him, and begins to lick his smooth shaven face. He laughs, a kind hearty laugh only laughed by the Masters.

Suddenly, the twang of a bowstring and the whiz of an arrow are heard. The deer flinches, but the man calms it with a single touch and reaches up; grabbing the arrow right before it hits his head.

His once kind amber eyes change to a deep blue, and he snaps the arrow in half with one flick of his fingers. The man, in one fluid motion, stands, grabs the fawn, and places him on the other side of the path.

He then reaches into his flowing cloak and pulls out a vial; immediately he rubs the contents on the animal’s wound and it runs off as though it were never even scratched. The man puts the vial back in his cloak and turns toward the direction of the arrow.

His keen eyes see two hunters, still wide eyed from his catching the arrow. He smiles, “Come, and I shall show you what I like to do with hunters who prey on innocent animals.”

The two hunters look at each other, and run off in the other direction. “Very well, we shall do this the hard way.” The man bends on one knee, places his hands on the ground, and breathes. “1,2,3,4…GO!”

With “GO!” he speeds off at speeds never reached by normal humans. Of course, he is not a normal human; he is a Master. A Master of The Elements.

The two hunters look back momentarily to see if they had lost the man who had caught their arrow and released their quarry, but no, he was right behind them. They run even faster, but they cannot escape the Master.

His cloak whips around in the wind caused by his exertion and his deep blue eyes squint. “Hm,” he thinks, “If I catch up with them it will be over all too quickly, but I could have a little fun with them.”

Another smile comes across his face and his hand is thrust forward. The two hunters run and dodge the trees, being sure to not lose their footing lest the Master catches up with them and ends their life.

Then suddenly a cry of pain and a loud THWACK is heard, the first hunter stops to see his cohort lying on the ground in front of a flat pillar of rock. “Terrific, he’s not just a Wind Master, he’s an Earth Master.”

He looks back to see the Master right behind him, “You are correct. I am more than a Wind Master.” The hunter backs up, fear in his eyes and sweat pouring down his body.

He grasps frantically for a tree to grab hold on to, to hold himself up, but he only trips over roots and fallen branches. The Master’s deep blue eyes burn angrily and his fists are balled up. His veins are revealed with his anger and his brow is arched downwards.

The hunter, with fear in his voice, asks, “What are you going to do to me?” The Master gets close to the hunter’s voice and looks deep into the man’s brown eyes, “Make you wish you had never been born.”

The Master pushes back his cloak and throws his hands forward, calling upon the power of the wind to attack his opponent. The wind obeys, and the hunter is sent flying back toward a tree.

The hunter’s back hits the tree with great force and sends waves of pain throughout his body. He tries desperately to stand, but the Master’s wind attacks are keeping him from moving.

With one hand still up, the Master stomps the ground sending up hundreds of rocks and pushes them with his other hand, sending them flying toward the hunter.

The rocks hit the hunter with amazing speed and it leaves scratches and cuts on the man’s entire face and body. The Master places both hands down and walks off. “Who are you?” the hunter screams, his mouth a swollen and bloody mess.

The Master turns back around and, again, looks into the man’s brown eyes, “My name is Nathul, I am a citizen of Kaze, but I was taken in by the Elemental Monks. I lived there for twenty years learning all of their secrets, and now I am traveling the world.”

Nathul then walks off again, leaving the bloody hunter on the forest floor.

A/N: This story has been in the workings for several months, but I had to think about it. This is probably my favorite story so far, because…well, check out my pen name and you’ll figure it out. I really hope y’all enjoy this. Bye.