Slenria’s father covered her eyes, but she could still hear the screams from people she had grown up with. they had lived in a rebellion zone for as long as Slenria could remember. It wasn’t uncommon for people to be shot down or punished, as the authorities liked to call it. This time, it was different. This time, even with her eyes covered, Slenria could tell the group was her best friends family. A crack of a whip echoed through the city square, followed by a young girls scream. Tears welled up in the young elemental’s eyes. She knew that she would never see her best friend again. Slenria quickly pulled her father’s hand from her face, just in time to see a pistol shot, killing the young girl. Slenria covered her mouth and sank to the floor. She had seen this type of thing before, but this time, the rebel wasn’t some faceless nobody. This time it was her best friend, a person she considered to be her sister. Her father pulled her up to her feet, dragging her back to their home. There was an unspoken rule in Kitis that people left the city square after an execution. The government guards would shoot down anyone after an execution if they looked at them wrong. Slenria was paralyzed. With fear, anguish, rage, she didn’t know. All Slenria knew was that it wasn’t fair. The slam of the front door snapped Slenria back into reality. She wiped her face with a shaky hand, trying to calm herself down. Her father knelt down in front of her and gently grabbed her hands.

“You know…” he started slowly, “They are in a much better place, with Zilena.”

Slenria gave a little nod, “But.. Why did they have to take Mora…?”

“I’m not sure, little minnow. But, I do know, that she will always be with you so long as you wear the necklace she made for you.”

Slenria gave a little nod and pulled out a necklace that had a crystal on a black chain. Slenria held the gem in her hand, feeling the warm that radiated off of it. The stone was had a soft, blue, glow around it. It was a soft blue color with flecks of gold in it. At the stones center, there was a thin column of light that moved around slightly. It looked almost like the gem had some form of a heart, or a soul. Mora was also an elemental; she was able to make different gems with her ability. One day, she had made Slenria and her matching necklaces, in case they were ever separated. As the young elemental gazed down at the crystal, she took a deep breath and nodded. She would figure out some way to avenge her friend, one way or another.