Fire. Its flames are only meant for consuming and destroying. There's no warmth found in the red, orange, and yellow hands of chaos. Those who fall victim to the flames die a painful and agonizing death, leaving only traces of nothing but blackness and memories that would be soon forgotten.
Fire was one of the greatest element in all of Elementzaria, a world only home to those who wield the powers of Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Darkness, and Light. These elements once co-existed together, once in harmony. But there was always tension and conflict between them. Which element was the greatest? Which one was the most powerful? These two questions were asked between the Elders of each element. It first began with questioning, and then it led to an all-out war. This war, called the Black War, lasted for hundreds of years. It destroyed most of Elementzaria and its residents. Ironically, each person of an element laid ruin to its own power: Earth destroyed the trees and the ground and most of the animals; Water elementals used almost most of the water in the world; Air polluted the skies by their own hate and greed; Fire obliterated each other due to their incapability of controlling their own power.
And the wielders of Light and Darkness? These two elements had their own personal war with each other. Light wielders branded the Darkness as evil and only consisting of rage and hate. They sought out elimination of the Darkness wielders. As for the handlers of Darkness, who knew what they fought for? Some say they only fought to prove the Light elementals wrong, that perhaps they weren't as bad as everyone assumed. Others thought they fought just to gain complete control of all the elementals. The real reason, though, is still unknown.
Fedor put the book down and looked at his grandfather. He opened his mouth and asked, "So what happened to the fire elementals? It says they destroyed each other. Is that really true?"
Fedor's grandfather smiled, as if expecting this question. He was in his mid 70's and looked that of a typical grandfather. He had on glasses that were three inches thick, indicating his deteriorating eyesight.
"If there were no fire elementals, then how are we able to cook our food or warm our house up?" he replied after wiping his glasses with his white shirt.
Fedor's eyebrow rose. "It's just a story. Even if it were true, there's no connection between us and the people from Elementzaria."
The old man gave a little chuckle and replied, "I find your skepticism amusing, boy. How do you think we get our resources to live? Where did the water come from? How are we able to breathe? What lights our path, or dwells us to sleep?"
"Electricity, for the most part," Fedor answered with a grin.
Getting up, the old man sighed. "You will find out, one day, that maybe some stories we read are true."
Fedor opened his eyes. This was the third night in a row he had the same dream, the one with his grandfather in it. It made him angry and hurt to be reminded again of when his grandfather was alive. Now, ten years later, he was alone with just his crazy aunt.
"Fedor, get up!" he heard his aunt screeching at seven o'clock in the morning.
"I am," Fedor groaned aloud.
"Are you arguing with me?"
"I wouldn't dare to," Fedor quickly answered, rolling his eyes. He quickly got dressed in usual dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt underneath his gray hoodie, and then ran down the stairs. As usual, his aunt was sitting cross-legged on a sofa facing the 42-inch HDTV. She had a glass of vodka in her right hand and, by the smell, it wasn't her first.
"Didn't sleep?" Fedor asked, his dark green eyes gazing up and down his poorly dressed aunt. "And you're already drinking?"
"Cut the crap," his aunt snapped, and nearly threw her glass at Fedor. "Make me breakfast."
"Yes ma'am," Fedor replied, mentally giving her a salute. He knew well not to argue with her – his bruises on his arms were a constant reminder.
Fedor opened the fridge. There was only one carton of eggs and only one egg in it. He muttered, "Guess I won't be eating," and took out the egg, then a possibly expired carton of milk. As he took out the pan, he looked over to his aunt. "Um, Aunt Liddie?"
"What?" Aunt Liddie spat, not looking at him.
"Well, today's my birthday – I'm 18 now. I've been saving up for an apartment since I started working at the construction site for nine years now, so I –"
Aunt Liddie quickly spun her head around towards Fedor. Her black eyes were basically flaming now, and she had the cruelest of grins. "What? You want to move out?"
Fedor immediately regretted bringing this up. Before he could open his mouth to stammer words out, the sunlight that had been shining through the open window suddenly turned dark.
"What the…" Fedor breathed. He put down the carton of milk and walked towards the window. He gasped at what he saw.
The skies were now black, as if the day quickly turned to night. People were now screaming and scattering about like they were on fire. Houses were burning down and the cries of the unfortunate could be heard from miles away. There were figures in black with, what seemed to be swords, running around and slaughtering the slow ones.
"What the heck's happening?" Fedor cried. "Aunt Liddie, we have to leave!"
No response. Fedor managed to turn his head away from the chaos and towards his aunt. His heart stopped at what he saw. His aunt was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Even in death, she still had a sneer on her face.
Fedor's face began to sweat. Before him was one of the figures in black. His face was draped in a black hood - the typical and unoriginal look of a villain. At his right hand was a long sword, spattered with his aunt's blood.
"Shit," Fedor said. He was surprised that such an obscenity would be the last word he said before he died. As he felt himself passing out, he was thinking, oh well, I guess I don't have to ask for permission from Aunt Liddie after all.