Fire, Wind and Water

NOTE: This story is in bits and pieces right now, so it probably won't make sense. 
Kitiara looked up at the sky. She wasn’t quite sure how to advance yet. Her opponent was using the fire element. Maya, she believed her name was. It was strange. Maya’s aura spoke to that of a water-wielder, but she moved with fire so confidently. It certainly was an interesting idea, growing stronger by using the opposite of your natural element. Kitiara returned her gaze to the battlefield and readied her blade. Maya brought her hand to her ear, summoning fire on her fingers. Kitiara watched closely, the small flame escalating in size to that of a fist. It was plain to see how much power the simple technique pulled from her Primal. Her Primal partner’s face was one of pure concentration, and Maya’s head was beaded with sweat. She drew more power yet; her face a mask of concentration.  Her aura was diminishing with each small flame, but her skills were growing stronger. She turned, and unleashed the ball of flames towards Kitiara, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was easy to get distracted by auras and power statistics during a battle if she wasn’t careful. She twisted off her heel and off the ground, turning once in the air before landing on her left foot and stepping forward. “Wysteria!” She called, summoning the winds around her and pushing their concentrated force towards Maya. Maya took a step back, and she took that opportunity to run forward, lifting her rapier to strike. Her primal stepped in front of her, blocking the blow, but the damage was done. The team’s energy level had dropped significantly. Here it came. Any moment now, any second. Maya closed her eyes, and as she started her advancement across the field, her speed and dexterity stats shot up. There it was. Maya’s staff was tucked under her arm and behind her back, and she was moving closer at impossible speeds. Kitiara lifted her blade, ready for her attack. The advantage, to her...unique power, was that she could see things about opponents that not even they knew. Maya’s aura was at its weakest point, and now was the time to strike. Her Primal, Myra took her cue and switched out with Spark, another Primal of hers. Spark crossed their arms in an X across their chest, and a wave of heat washed across the field. Maya’s conflicting elements clashed, too late for her to switch Primals. She was knocked back, down to one knee, and whistled sharply. Her Primal switched back to her Primordial connection, a Phoenix made of water.  
“You fight well,” said Maya, breathing heavily. 
“As do you. Although, with your skills and aptitude, I would advise you to use more than one Primal, and more than one element.” She nodded. 
“I’ve been challenging myself. Though, you are correct. If I wish to advance more, I’ll have to start winning sometime.” 
“Your skills...would you like to join my party? I realize this may be sudden, but right now it’s just me and my primals. I thought you might be a good addition to the team.” Maya looked surprised. 
“You want me?” 
“I don’t see anyone else here.” Maya grinned. 
“In that case, I’d be honored. I know my Primals would love the company.” Kitiara nodded.   
“ I suppose that I should introduce you to my Primals now,”  said Kitiara. She waved a hand towards Spark standing behind her. “This is Spark of the fire element. The one I was using to battle you with was Myra.  I do have all those but they’re all sleeping now. You’re of the water element correct?” she inquired. Maya nodded 
“Yes but I've been trying to work with fire lately.  What is your primordial element?” she asked, curious. Kitiara was surprised, and not quite sure how to answer her. Her powers were unique and impossible to explain upon a first meeting. Not that she even fully understood them herself.  Myra, her Primordial, looked at her pensively. 
“I…” Maya shook her head and laughed. 
“Sorry, that was rude of me.” 
“Oh, no, it’s okay!” Myra smiled, seeming relieved. The relationship between warrior and Primals was mysterious enough, with the way they shared and lent each other power, but her own powers...Her mastery of auras and the elements weren’t something that could be taught, or adopted, but would surely bring more trouble to her and Myra than was necessary. Besides, she still needed time to uncover the secrets of her powers for herself. Who was Myra? Where had these powers come from?  No, it was better not to say-it made things easier for everyone. It wasn’t like Maya would understand (her powers were a complex idea, even for her). 
“You seemed strong with wind, though. Are you a wind wielder?” asked Maya, breaking her out of her thoughts. 
“No, not exclusively. I try to use every element equally. I do prefer the lighter elements though. Wind and fire over earth and water.” Maya nodded.
“Understandable.” There was a brief pause, until a rumbling shook the very world around them. The earth split and ruptured, sending trees and rocks plummeting into the darkness below. Kitiara and Maya stumbled and struggled to keep their balance. The ground beneath their feet split with a sharp crack, and the group was plunged into a violent fall. They landed in what seemed to be an ancient chamber, and in front of them, stood a woman. She was tall, and deathly pale, with white hair and golden eyes. She wore a white and silver gossamer dress and held a staff in her hands. The room was filled with an eerie green glow, and thick shadows poured from every corner. Maya and Kitiara looked around, terrified. The woman turned to face them. Maya stumbled back, unsure of what was going to happen next. Then, the woman spoke in an unsettling, empty voice. 
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“Kitiara...you think you can run from the Kingdom of Death?”
“I...what? Who are you?”
“I asked first. Do you think you can run from Death?”
“I hold no such delusions! But...answer me!” 
“I am Vira. Goddess of Death.”
“No...what do you want from me?” She held her blade tighter, taking a step forward. 
“You hold a mysterious power. We need it.”
“No! I’d never lend my power to a force such as your own!” 
“Do you know where your power comes from?” 
“I…”
“I didn’t think so. Your power comes from the Kingdom of Life. From Fira. Which makes you the perfect tool to destroy them. You, and her.” Vira looked at Myra, and Kitiara stepped in front of her. 
“I’m not going to let you touch her!” Our power...Myra...is Vira telling the truth? Is that why…?
“You are unsure. You need answers.” Kitiara had never known where Myra had come from. Or where her mysterious aptitude for all elements came from. But now...if this was true...what kind of fate did that leave her? She only knew one thing, however. She would never let Vira take Myra. Never! “Do you still resist?” sighed Vira. 
“Always. I’ll never let you take Myra. You can count on it. We’re not going down without a fight.”Category:Literature
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