The First Battle

The strange world was dark.

It was dark and cold, with little islands, floating rocks, and lots of blackish-looking water. The clouds above were gray, but it seemed as though there was some source of light trying to break through. It was dark, like in the middle of a storm, but there was no rain. It was warm.

A cloud opened, turning white. Inside the cloud, which swirled to make a circle, a silver portal opened. Inside the portal, like a mirror, a star could be seen. This star grew until it could be clearly seen it was no star, but rather a world. In this world there was a town, surrounded by two thick brick walls to keep the outside where it belonged: out; a deep forest with magical dwellings, a dry canyon where wind was not uncommon; a coast with the bluest water, literally shining with jewels that lay just beneath the surface; a volcano, housing a hard-working civilization on its side; and two floating continents, one ruled by the moon and the other by the sun, both sporting large gothic palaces. The image zoomed in on a young woman with long silver hair and beautiful silver clothing with a white crescent moon symbol on her head, standing on a symbol, which was a large circle surrounded by seven smaller, each representing a world of its own. Silver glitter and sparkles swirled around the girl and pulled her through the portal. She landed gently on a small island and looked around, a confused look on her face. There were eight islands in total in the area, as she noticed. An island in the middle, slightly larger than the other seven, which surrounded it in a circle. The girl stood at the center of one of the smaller islands. A strange symbol was engraved on her island: it was a star with a sun in the center, and there was a crescent moon in the center of the sun. Even smaller than the moon, inside the sun, was another moon, but upside down. She knew all four symbols all too well; the symbols of the Holy Star, the Sun, the Moon, and the New Moon. But she had never seen them all combined like so.

She looked up as a cloud, swirling into a circle, formed above the next small island, a portal appearing in the center once again. Again, a star was in the center, but it grew until it resembled a world of its own. This world was a world of advanced technology in which seven artificial planets were built in a row. The portal zoomed in on the first planet, where a young man, dressed in all red with a visor on his head was standing on the same symbol she had been. The silver swirls and sparkles whipped around him, as well, pulling him through the portal. He landed safely in the center of the small island, a symbol carving itself on the rock. He looked down at it. It was a circle with an A in the center, a line coming down from the middle of the A to the edge of the circle. The young man looked around, his gaze meeting the girl's. Her eyes were light blue, his where golden yellow.

And a third cloud formed, yet another portal opened. The star grew and formed yet another world. This world had six elemental kingdoms: water, earth, fire, light, and shadow. Alongside them was a large empire of darkness. The portal zeroed out a young man in the Water Kingdom, standing on the same symbol of seven circled surrounding a large one. After the swirls of sparkles pulled him through the portal and onto the small island, another symbol carved itself on his island: this was six swirls wrapping around a crystal of some sorts, with black circles running between each swirl. The young man was wearing all blue and had brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was a silver band around his forehead with a single blue jewel fixated in the center, in the middle of his forehead. He stared at the other two for a moment before all three looked as the next cloud formed over the fourth island.

The star inside the fourth portal grew to show a world ruled by a single Royal Family where the six elements were recognized once again, though they were not made as obvious as in the third world. Accompanied by an icy mountain and a second world built onto it, a world of darkness, this world seemed to have formed around a huge castle that stood taller than anything the three already on the islands had seen before. The portal zoomed in on a young man, standing at the top of what looked to be a watchtower that overlooked a large lake with the bluest sparkling water. The symbol extended out over the edges of the watchtower. A few seconds after, the swirls whipped past him, sending him over the edge and toward the water down far below. The symbol remained below him, despite his movement. The swirls followed and, once the caught up with him, pulled him through the portal just as he was about to hit the water, causing him to slow and land gently on the island instead. He stood quickly, watching as a symbol carved itself into his island: three tear-shaped objects forming a triangle with circles between them and in the center, smaller circles scattered around the other circles. He looked around, confused, and saw the other three, who were watching with the same looks on their faces: confusion. Except for the inhabitant of the second island, in the red, who had no emotion displayed on his face. The fourth boy was wearing clothes similar to that of royalty and had a symbol on the front, the same tear with circles around the edge. His hair was just short of shoulder-length and flipped out to the left with strands, longer than the rest, hanging down to his collarbone in front of his hears. The same symbol as the one on his blue tunic was on his forehead.

The next cloud formed over the fifth island. The star grew to show a world that wasn't ruled by elements, but rather by Beasts. There was a mainland; two smaller islands; ruins, which were far out from the mainland in the sea; and a city of machines, which was also far from the mainland, which seemed machine-free. There were temples at each of the locations, which did seem to sport elements, but the elements were different than the original six, although most were there. There were eight ruling "elements" in this world, rather than six: wind, fire, lightning, ice, power, wealth, darkness, and grace. Representing each of the "elements" was a different symbol, ruled by a single silver symbol that resembled a G. The portal zeroed out a young man with five black horns on his head and deep violet hair, who was on a rock outside the ruins. He, too, was standing on the same symbol, the eight circles. The silver swirls appeared once again and pulled the boy through the portal. He landed on the island gently, a symbol carving itself. It was the same symbol that ruled the lesser eight: a symbol that somewhat resembled a G, but wasn't exactly the same. He was wearing a purple trench coat, lined with buckles down the front, of which only the top half were fastened. He had the deepest red eyes, and one of the lesser eight symbols was on his forehead. He looked menacing, but at the same time his face showed kindness.

A cloud formed once again over the sixth island. The portal grew to show a world a Kingdom with many provinces, each ruled by a noble family. There were no elements present in the world, but rather it was ruled by dragons, only one of which was brave enough to show itself, let alone contact humans. The kingdom was ruled by a Royal Family, protected by Knights. The Kingdom had a normal-sized palace, which was built slightly northeast, rather than in the center of the kingdom. It was a normal kingdom that had just gotten over a revolution. The portal zeroed out a girl, the princess, who was standing at the center of the portal. She was wearing armor and a blue dress, and she had long, chocolate brown hair was pulled into two thick, tight braids. The swirls wrapped around her and pulled her through the portal and onto the sixth island. She looked around, then looked down as a symbol carved itself on her island. It was not the symbol of the Royal Family, but rather the symbol of the Kingdom itself. A flower with a pearl and two small silver wings, a pretty design around the pearl. The girl looked at the other five, who returned her gaze. She, too, had deep blue eyes that sparkled in whatever light there was in the unknown world.

The seventh cloud opened above the final small island. The portal grew to show a world that sported six separate races, each with their own cultures and ways of living. However, they were all ruled by the pink race, the largest and most powerful race. The six races, each given life by its own respectable crystal, were known as the Renets, the peaceful and smallest of the races; the Eldares, the fox/elf-like race and second-strongest race; the Crickens, the largest and most powerful race, ruling over the others; the Bushnuvs, the rowdy race, not the strongest, but definitely the roughest and most-determined; the Zweles, the peaceful and quiet races; and the Yaldes, the violent race that wishes to rule over the others. The portal zeroed out a young girl, a Renet, who was standing on the symbol. Swept away and through the portal by the swirls, she landed softly on the island, a symbol carving itself on the rock. The symbol resembled the Cricken Symbol slightly, but wasn't exactly the same, and the girl had never seen it before. She was wearing light-blue overalls that ended in a mini-skirt rather than pants, with a poofy-sleeved shirt under. A blue ribbon was tied in a bow under the collar, and she was wearing a crystal necklace that had the Renet Symbol, a flower, inside of it. Her brown hair was pulled back in braids that came into a ponytail of curls. She looked at the other six people all around her, all looking right back at her.

And finally, the sky swirled with light, a silver light filling the clouds. However, a portal did not open, but the clouds themselves formed a woman. She was made of the clouds that were filled with light, clouds trailing out of her back and back to the sky. She was formed directly above the large circle in the center of the eight, though she did not lower down to the larger island, but rather floated above it, way up in the sky. Her eyes were closed and she looked asleep, but a beautiful voice that broke the silence of the dark, unknown world proved otherwise. Her voice rang through the still atmosphere, ringing like bells.

"Warriors of Light, I welcome you to what is commonly called 'the Wasteland,'" she said. Her voice seemed distant, echoing even though she was right above the seven young people. "I have summoned you here from each of the seven worlds to fight…a great danger is approaching that wishes to destroy the seven worlds and recreate the universe as it sees fit. The seven of you must band together and use your powers to fight against this. Each of you represents the worlds: Gondor, Hydrocell, Soula, Revior, Surei, Rackzha, and Crystalia. Draw your weapons and prepare for battle, my children, for the Axis Powers will arrive soon…"

The woman's head moved and looked toward the land, where a mountain-like cliff stood. It began glowing red, and soon lava began leaking over the side. A huge pillar of lava shot out from the ground, launching into the sky and drowning out all the white light, illuminating the land, including the seven small islands, with a dark red light. From the fiery red light emerged seven figures that which each of the seven on the islands knew well: an older man dressed in clothes of the Sun, a long sword in his hand and a smile upon his face; a young man with an uncanny resemblance to the young man with golden eyes in red on the second island, only with brown hair and dressed in blue with two large machine guns, one in each hand; a man wearing all black and polished armor, long wavy black hair surrounding his face and a sword in his hand; a tall man with gray skin and silver hair, a crown-like object hovering above his head and a long spear in his hand with three serrated blades on the end; a man with white hair, skin, and eyes with blades floating around him as he hovered forward; a menacing-looking king who wore ordinary royal clothes and a crown upon his head, a sword in each hand; and the Yalde King, walking forward with his spear, the top of his rabbit-like feet covered with armor. Each of the seven islands recognized one of them as their worst enemies, someone who killed dear friends, terrorized their people, tried to destroy their race, and much more. Weapons materialized in their hands as anger filled their souls at the sight of the people who had done them the worst harm and tried to destroy their lives.

A sword with a long silver blade and a crescent-moon hilt, words in a sacred language engraved along the blade, appeared in the first girl's hand; two large machine guns materialized in the boy in red's hands, exactly the same as those held by his twin; a blue blade formed in the Water Prince's hand; a blue leather whip with the symbol of water on the handle formed in the fourth boy's hand; two twin blades formed in the horned boy's hands with the blades pointed behind him; a spear formed in the princess' hands, strings of jewels handing down from the bottom of the blade where it attached to the spear; and throwing knives appeared on a belt around the Renet girl's waist as she pulled two of them out, ready to throw. They all looked at their enemies, who were far on the edge of the cliff, as the white light surrounded them again. They assumed battle stance as their enemies did so, raising their own weapons toward them, despite the distance. And, without a second thought, the seven warriors jumped from their islands, discovering they could walk atop the water's surface, and ran toward the land, while the enemies jumped from the edge of cliff and slid down the side, a barrage of rocks shooting out from under their heels as they broke the cliffside. Both sides broke into a run once they reached the land, running toward each other, weapons raised. Instead of going for the enemy who had shared their world and done them harm, they went directly for the enemy in front of them, even though they had never met.

The silver-haired girl met blades with the Yalde, her sword meeting with his spear. She jumped back as he tried to step on her with his rabbit-like foot. She spun around and sliced at him with her sword, leaving a trail of silver behind as it cut through the air toward the king, who parried and tried to strike her, missing as she jumped over him using her powers as a Moon Being, of which flight fell under. Landing behind him she took the opportunity to cut at him, and she managed to cut the back of his shirt, but missed his body. She did a back flip to avoid the blade of his spear as it fell down in front of her. She rolled to the side and swung her sword again, a loud cling sounding through the wasteland as their blades met. She struggled against the stronger man, who not only towered above her but even scared her a bit with his menacing looks. Her shoulders shook as she pushed back, sparks flying from the blades as the blade of the Moon and the Orange Spear clashed.

The red-haired boy shot barrages of bullets from his machine guns toward the King, who dodged using some unknown magic that was surely coming from the crystal in his hands. His eyes never once left the man as he jumped around, but he was too fast to lock on to, so he found it difficult to shoot him down with the huge guns in his hands. The king took off running at a blinding speed, a speed which the red-haired boy had no trouble matching, as he was built for such tasks. He ran alongside him, only about twenty feet away, and followed the king as he ran up the uneven rocks and crystals, jumping off the edges and running some more, the boy not bothering to dodge the crystals that stood before him, but rather shooting them to millions of shards as he continued to shoot at the king, who, even when the bullets finally lined up with him, used the crystal to deflect them without a problem. After a few moments the king finally struck toward the boy, sending needle-sharp nearly-invisible little blades through the air toward him. Noticing them, much to the king's dismay, he held up his guns in an X shape, preventing them from hitting his visor and face while the rest were deflected automatically by his metal body. He took off into a maze of crystals after the King, who continued to run.

The water prince found himself face-to-face with the white man who seemed very god-like. He hovered and had blades of all kinds floating around him. His long cloaks flowed around him as he moved through the air without meeting even a little air resistance, like a knife. The prince raised his sword and took the first swing, but found the blades hovering around the god moved accordingly and deflected his attack. Three of the many blades came forward, without anyone holding their hilts, and began slicing and hacking at him, only to be deflected by his own blade. The god was floating off behind the battle, controlling the blades with his fingers as the prince managed to deflect every attack from the three different blades. The prince finally managed to strike two of the blades down, leaving himself with only one left, and once he struck that one down he charged the god, whose blades moved once again to block the attack. He held up his hand and a ball of light blasted into the stomach of the prince, launching him far away and right into the middle of another battle going on between the water boy and the gray-skinned man, who looked to be yet another king. The water boy's whip cracked as it hit the ground just inches from the gray king. He jumped backwards as the prince landed between them, before he cracked his whip at him again when the king made an attempt to attack the prince, giving him enough time to stand and raise his sword. The gray king looked down upon the two water-related men. The fight between the gray king and the water boy was the only fight going on between people of the same world. The water boy cracked his whip and managed to hit the gray king's arm, who had been distracted by the new threat. The prince rushed forward and took a swing at the king, who jumped back. Almost on cue, the god appeared from thin air beside the gray king, looking at the two water men. The four charged each other, the sound of clashing blades and the crack of a whip ringing through the air among the shouts from other battles.

The horned boy was fighting the man with the wavy hair, his twin blades meeting the man's sword in an X shape to hold the sword back. Sparks flew from the three blades as they scratched against each other, before the two pushed against each other and flew back in opposite directions, each skidding on the ground in a dust cloud to stop. They ran toward each other again and their blades met once again as the horned boy blocked every attack from the wavy-haired man as he tried to stab him again and again. The horned boy didn't even break a sweat defending against the tall handsome young man, who was at a disadvantage with only one blade. Switching to only one blade, the horned boy continued to deflect attacks while he spun around and attacked the man from behind with the second blade. He stumbled forward and the horned boy kicked his behind, making him get a mouthful of dirt. The horned boy smiled and chuckled. The wavy-haired man was back on his feet in seconds, spitting out dirt onto the ground with an extremely angry look on his face. The two charged again, the cracking of a whip heard not too far away in the distance.

The princess gasped as the barrage of bullets whizzed past her face, falling backwards before jumping back to her feet. She, too, held a crystal in her hand, glowing dimly with blue light. She requested speed and took off, running at an incredible speed, identical to that of the evil king her opponent's twin was currently fighting audibly in the distance. The boy chased after her with his machine guns, bullets flying past her. His speed matched hers and he was running beside her within seconds. She looked away for one simple second and felt the burn as hot metal smacked into her, launching her into the sky. She flipped in the air and looked down upon the boy with the guns, who aimed them at her and pulled the trigger. She held the crystal out and shouted something, a shield forming around her. She stopped falling and remained where she was, frozen inside the shield as the boy continued to shoot at her. She knew she couldn't stay there very long, so she let the shield drop rather than float in the air and once she hit the ground she took off running, the shield still intact. The boy was right behind her, his machine guns raised as he once again matched her speed, his face void of emotion, like a robot.

The Renet found herself against the Sun King. She, unlike him, didn't have any noticeable powers, only a shield and some minor powers produced by the crystal necklace with the Renet Crystal Flower inside it she had around her neck. The shield was activated, the light-blue translucent barrier surrounding her as she ran from the Sun King, who had no trouble pursuing her as he was much larger than her. Her eyes were closed, the shield destroying any rocks or crystals she ran right into. The king was throwing balls of fire at her from behind. She pulled out one of her knives and threw it at the king, but it had no effect on his armor. Not paying attention as to what she was doing, she ran right into the line of bullets being fired at the King, who was running at an incredible speed. As she ran right into the red-haired boy, he was blown away by her shield and she fell down with him. The King ran off around a rock and into another distant fight. The Sun King ignored the Renet and went for the red-haired boy, who jumped back to his feet and jumped to a rock, avoiding the balls of fire he was throwing at him. The Renet's shield dropped and she sat there, watching as the boy fired his guns at the king while he shot more balls of fire at her. He jumped down toward her as one of his guns disappeared. She gasped as he quickly lifted her with one hand, carrying her off as he ran, shooting at the king while dodging bullets. Once they had a distance between them and the king, he let her to her feet and took her hand, pulling her behind him as he ran. She nearly tripped over a rock, but the boy didn't stop, he just kept running and shooting, the king hot on their trail. After a few moments hey ran right into the center of the silver-haired girl's battle with the Yalde, the enemy of the Renet. The Yalde immediately attacked her, but was blocked by the red-haired boy. The Sun King, seeing the silver-haired girl who was his enemy, attacked her instead, and thus the battle was changed. The Renet girl pulled her hand from the boy's and looked at the Yalde, nodding to him as he stopped and looked back. He took off into the distance where he could see his twin battling the princess, his second gun materializing back in his hand. The Renet girl pulled two daggers from her belt and raised them against the Yalde, who held his spear tightly. She knew she could fight this man, unlike the others, who were otherworldly to her.

The silver-haired girl's sword met with the Sun King's with a clash. She saw this as a second chance to get back at the monster for what he took away from her. She cut at him, dodging his attack with a flip before she resumed stance once more and engaged in a staring contest with him. They circled each other, the battle between the Renet and the Yalde only feet away. The Sun King made his move and jumped at the girl, but she rolled to the side and sliced her sword, cutting his back. He landed in a somersault on the ground before returning to his feet and staring at the girl once again, an evil smile curling around his face. A few moments later the Renet crashed into him thrown back by a gust of wind created by the Yalde, knocking the Sun King over with her on top. He quickly pushed her off and swung his sword at her, only to hear a clash as the silver-haired girl's sword intercepted the attack, saving the Renet who returned to her battle with the Yalde, who was laughing.

In the distance, the princess and the red-haired boy faced off against his twin, the four guns rattling constantly, trying to hit each other with their regenerating projectiles. The princess would intervene every so often with magic created by her crystal and several other much smaller ones she had produced from a bag on the belt around her waist, irritating the twin and earning a line of bullets in her direction, which she easily dodged every time. The red-haired boy never once stopped firing. However, the two kept inching closer, as she could see, and within minutes they were only a few feet away from each other. The boy in blue took a powerful swing at the boy in red with his gun, only to have the hit blocked by the other's own machine gun. The two dropped the machine guns, which dissolved into thin air and started a fist fight, where they kicked at each other and flipped over each other in an attempt to land a hit on the opponent. In the middle of a high kick, the princess launched a bolt of lightning at the boy in blue, hitting his hip and causing him to stumble back, his hip smoking from the strike. The red boy seized the opportunity and landed a swift kick to his face, causing him to fall backwards. The red-haired boy came forward to attack the defenseless twin on the ground, but found another face in front of him. The handsome man with the wavy black hair.

His sword flew inches from the red-haired boy's face, who quickly jumped backwards to dodge. The princess looked around and saw the horned boy running toward the fight. The enemies were clearly outnumbered. The boy in blue quickly stood back up, paying no mind to the damage to hip. The princess watched in astonishment; it didn't bother him at all, it was like it wasn't even there. The man with the wavy hair stood between the twins, his sword raised toward the red twin. The horned boy arrived seconds later and charged straight into the fight, his twin blades raised. One of the machine guns materialized in the red-haired boy's left hand and he aimed it at the wavy-haired man, and shot. He blue twin kicked him to the side and took the bullets, but they ricocheted right back off of him, almost hitting the princess and hitting the horned boy in the shin, causing him to drop his blades and fall to the ground, holding the wounded shin. The princess ran around the red-haired boy and over to her wounded comrade, holding her crystal above the bullet hole. A healing spell quickly healed the wound, and the horned boy jumped back to his feet, the princess backing away.

The normal king suddenly appeared, his crystal at hand. His gaze was locked upon the princess, who held her crystal tightly. After a few moments of staring between them, the king held his crystal high and cast an ice spell on the princess, freezing her in place unexpectedly. With ice at least a foot thick, she couldn't move anything but her eyes. This ruled her out and left the warriors outnumbered, the wavy-haired man rising back to his knees and raising his sword. The horned boy jumped in front of the red-haired boy, blocking the attacks coming from the wavy-haired man while the king was off to the side. The red-haired boy raised his gun at the ice and fired, and, with only a few shots shattered the ice completely and freed the princess. Then they were even, three against three. The prince and princess immediately went at it with their magic casting, while the twins engaged in yet another bullet battle, and the horned boy once again went for the wavy-haired man, interfering with each other's battles every once and again. The twins would shoot at other opponents, the royalty would cast spells, and the other two would slash at the others, all the while staying engaged with their opponent. The twins would block each other's bullets when they tried to shoot at each other, the royalty would repel the magic with whatever spell had been cast's opposite, and blades would meet.

Off in the distance, cracks could still be heard as the whip launched toward the gray king and the god. The water prince would slice at the king and then be blown back by the god, while the water boy would whip at the two of them. He whipped at the gray king and managed to get the whip wrapped around his ankle. Then, pulling with all his might, managed to get the gray king on the ground. Then, he quickly jerked the whip free before the king could return to his feet and whipped him again, leaving a bloody slash on his bicep. The gray king remained on the ground for a moment, giving the boy a chance to whip again, but a blade intercepted from the god, blocking the attack. The god jerked the blade away, throwing the boy to the ground with his whip. The prince quickly jumped between the two of them as two blades came down on the boy, blocking both with his sword. His shoulders shook as he pushed against the two ghost blades, struggling back without anyone holding their hilts. After a few seconds he tipped his blade and pushed them to the side, calling forth the power of water and blasting the water boy out of the blades' path before jumping to the side himself, barely escaping the god's wrath. The boy quickly rose back to his feet and raised the handle of his whip, and brought it down hard on the god, actually managing to hit him. It left a slice down the front of the god's robes. The water boy felt as if he could shrink when his gaze met the angry glare of the god which was overflowing with rage. But instead of appeasing the god's silent warning, he whipped again, missing him by merely an inch as the gray king finally rose back to his feet. The god flew up high, electrical energy pulsating through the air around his hands, which were slowly closing to fists. He thrust his hands toward the water boy with a shout and blasted him away and far into the distance, sending jolts of powerful lightning through his entire body. He cut through the air before crashing into a tall rock, almost completely smashing it before falling to the ground mere feet away from the battle between the silver-haired girl, the Sun King, the Renet, and the Yalde. He was unconscious, electricity jumping around his body as a thin line of blood trickled down his forehead, catching the attention of the two girls engaged in the battles, rocks falling around him like rain. His whip lay beside him. The girls were quickly brought back into the battles as the kings attacked once again, taking the opportunity when they noticed their distraction. They realized that, even though the boy might have been dying, there was nothing they could do with the kings constantly attacking them.

Over with the twin's huge fight, it was easy to tell for everyone that one of the warriors had fallen, even though they could not tell from which side it had been. Both twins, the only ones with the chance of seeing the warrior, were both too distracted by their fight to see him fly by, blasted away by lightning, but they had heard it. The princess and the Renet both wanted to know from which side it was, and if theirs, who it was. The princess had the irresistible desire to go and see who it was, and help if possible, but she knew she couldn't leave her two comrades, as that would make them outnumbered and the battle would become unfair. So, she fought the want and continued fighting with the king, who was proving no easy fight. Having to constantly worry about bullets, magic, and swords all at once was a bit overwhelming, but she just kept fighting and concentrating on the attacks from the king, trusting that the others would block attacks directed at her from their opponents. She looked at the blue twin and saw an opening: he was facing the opposite direction and therefore couldn't see her directly. So, taking once precious moment to turn away from the king, she held her crystal up and cast a lightning spell on him, immediately turning back and deflecting a fire spell. The lightning struck the blue twin's head and he fell to the ground, jittery from the lightning that was coursing through his body. He was, after all, a machine. The first attack had been more of a fire attack and obviously hadn't been enough to shut him down (or so it seemed) but this powerful attack downed the robot like it was nothing. And the red-haired boy stood triumphant. He immediately began attacking the wavy-haired man, shooting masses of bullets in his direction. Luckily none hit the horned boy, even though he sometimes got too close for comfort to the line of fire. The red-haired boy noticed the horned boy, who looked like he was doing a silly dance, but knew what he was doing. He stopped firing for a few seconds, and a metal hilt came down hard on the wavy-haired man's head, knocking him out cold. And thus the horned boy stood triumphant. Then the two moved on the king.

Off in the distance, the water prince was greatly outmatched without the water boy. He had already begun running, but the god would just appear in front of him, living up to his god status. The prince didn't feel he had any chance against the two other-worldly opponents who had powers very different from his, without a doubt. After turning and running in almost a complete circle around rocks, he finally stopped, giving up. He didn't stand a chance against both the gray king and the god by himself, and he couldn't outrun them and find allies to help him. The gray king and the god approached slowly, as though to torture him, evil smiles settled on their faces. Then, similar to the water boy, the god raised his hands, but this time formed a blue sphere of energy, while he had formed a yellow one for the lightning attack on the boy. He laughed maniacally before throwing the sphere down at the prince. It grew to a huge sphere of water, encasing the prince and leaving him without any air. He may have been the water prince, but he couldn't breathe underwater. His vision blurred from lack of air as the gray king turned and took off in a run toward another battle, the god hovering away behind him. Just as his vision went black, the ball of water dissolved and splashed on to the ground, leaving an unconscious warrior on the ground, barely breathing with a set of lungs full of water. To be taken down with his own element. Such irony.

The horned boy was suddenly thrown to the side by an unseen force, the red-haired boy, princes, and king jumping back in shock. The white god appeared from thin air, smiling evilly as he looked down upon his original component, the horned one. He jumped quickly to his feet and raised his twin blades, an angry look on his face. The horned boy was theoretically the son of the god, but he never has and never will treat him as so. The god and the horned boy (the only one with powers to match the god) immediately engaged in battle, slowly moving away from the other four. Then, in the distance, the three saw the gray king approaching. But his original opponent, the water boy, had already been defeated, so it was obvious he was targeting the two of them, coming to assist the king who was about to fall. Rushed, the princess cast another spell on the king, noticing he was distracted. Much to her shock and surprise, the king actually fell, unconscious. She had defeated him. The red-haired boy also stared down at him in disbelief, though his face did not show the emotion. The gray king was close, so the boy and princess charged him, guns and crystal raised and ready for the next battle.

Over in the center of the rocks, the silver-haired girl fought with the Sun King, and the Renet with the Yalde. It was easy to tell the Yalde was growing tired, but the Sun King wasn't showing any signs of giving up or tiring. The girls couldn't help but glance every so often at the unconscious water boy, hoping to see some sort of movement, but they never saw anything, he was motionless on his side. The electricity had long since stopped jumping around his body, but he didn't look like he would wake up. And this fact increased the girls' motivation to win, so they could see if he was all right. The silver-haired girl continuously attacked the king, only hitting him a few times while the rest of her attacks were blocked. The Renet girl was dodging and evading more than attacking, but it was wearing the Yalde out noticeably, and this was very good on her side. She would occasionally throw knives, and she had already hit the Yalde twice. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the Yalde collapsed from exhaustion, and the Renet jumped up and down happily before realizing there was still a battle going on right next to her. Pulling out a knife, she threw it at the Sun King and hit his back, piercing him with the blade. He turned around angrily and kicked, nailing her in the head. She fell to the ground unconscious as the silver-haired girl gasped. Seeing an opportunity, she struck the king from behind, cutting him deeply across his back. He collapsed to his knees as his golden clothes turned red. The silver-haired girl kicked him to the ground and he stayed there, awake, but too weak, or in too much pain, to move. The girl sheathed her sword and ran to the unconscious boy to check if he was alive. She knew the Renet was alive; he hadn't kicked her hard enough to kill her. She quickly placed her fingers on the boy's neck and, to her relief, felt a dim pulse. He was alive, but barely. She was sure he would live, so she stood and took off in the direction of the gunshots, where the only ongoing battle was.

The princess flew through the air, crashing into the crystal behind her and cracking it. Groaning, she stood back up and faced the gray king, whom she and the red-haired boy were fighting. The red-haired boy, too, was on the ground, but had already risen and resumed fire; however, the gray king easily deflected it. The two of them were distracted as the horned boy flew in front of them, blown away by the god, but still alive and conscious. He jumped back to his feet and charged the ghostly white god once again, his blades raised. The princess and red twin knew they had to take care of the gray king before they could help the horned one with the god. The twin dropped his guns, which once again dissolved into air, and charged the gray king, finally coming to terms with the fact he couldn't hit him with the gun. He kicked at the gray king, who barely managed to dodge. Noticing his distraction, the princess cast a fire spell on him, burning his left arm and causing him to stumble back. As the red twin went forward again to attack, the gray king suddenly fell to the ground, a blade piercing through his chest and out the front. The silver-haired girl stood behind him, pulling the blade out of the gray king, who was alive, just wounded. The two nodded to her before turning to face the god, who was angrily attacking the horned boy. The three charged him, but the floating blades deflected their attacks, catching the god's attention. Without warning, he turned and launched a blade at the red twin. It pierced his visor, cracking it. Immediately afterward, the red twin dropped to the ground, his entire body shutting down due to the damage to his visor, the essential piece of his functionality. The princess and silver-haired girl stared for a moment before the horned boy attacked the god, managed to cut his chest with one of his blades. Angering the god, he jumped back and expected him to cast some insanely-powerful spell at him, but he didn't. Instead, he just stared with rage-filled eyes. And when the pain of a stab came from behind, the horned boy scoffed before dropping to the ground, the ghost blade from behind withdrawing from his body and returning to the god. The silver-haired girl growled with anger and charged the god with her sword, only to be blown back by his powers. Soon afterward he cast a spell at the princess, an ice spell once again, and froze her, this time in two-feet-thick ice. The silver-haired girl stood shakily, looking at all the fallen warriors around her, then raised her sword. The clouds above parted and a crescent moon came into sight, its silver light raining down upon the only two left standing, forcing the god down to his knees. She mumbled something before throwing her hands down. The power of the moon forced the god to the ground before disappearing behind the clouds once again as though it was never there, and the god made no attempt to rise once again. The silver-haired girl, her silver blade still raised, smiled in triumph.

"Victory!!" she shouted as the entire sky lit up with white light as the cloud woman shined and smiled, drowning out the red light of the volcano and pushing all the clouds away. All of the dark clouds disappeared and the sun came out, and within seconds the entire wasteland was covered with deep green grass and flowers of every color. The villains disappeared and the fallen allies rose, regaining consciousness and their wounds healing.

"Congratulations, my children," the woman said. "You have won the first battle…but trust me…this is only the beginning. As all of you have been revived, so have the axis powers…and they will be back, and soon…"

"It is not over yet."