A Long, long time ago, in a sea no one ever exploded stood proudly the shore of the island of Elia, the people there the elian's where a peaceful people four main races of the island, the ethican's a peaceful graceful people who primarily inhabited the forest of Valentina on the Weston shore they all worked and farmed happily as manipulators of the earth, to the north in the floating city of acatec lived the arietes scholars and medics they stood upon Mounties tops looking over their little island the manipulators of the air, to the south the frienti people less social then others makes of armor and people in love with fire there central city surrounding the foot of a volcano Mt karuksakan the manipulators of fire and then lastly to the east the weta's the main city of Mithrilida deep below the water line of the lake a wonderful people makes or music and known thought the world as beautiful people the manipulators of water, it was a plan of the great mother to have the gift of manipulation to be a Mina given to the rules of each society and the people took this gift with great thanks as the people began to furnish a castle in the Centre of the island was built for them the city of the Mina's the manipulators of earth, air, fire and water the city was a wonderful place banners of all colors flying at all times a peaceful perfect world until the time came the Mina's had their children one child a daughter of air and earth and the other the son of water and fire as they grew so did their world still a peaceful perfect little world, until there child was born son of all elements the king of Elia the great king able to manipulate all elements of their world until... that dreadful day a ship came from the uncharted sea it had on it one man he was accepted into their world with open arms until he turned he ended up killing four families before he was exiled back to the sea he came from the king sore the families that had been killed each one, one small child remained the king took them in and loved them as if they where is own he showed them the manipulation of each element until the king was murdered no one ever knew who the kingdoms turned against each other species fighting each other and destroying each other the island falling apart the children now without the king fell apart knowing they weren’t family and each when back to their city and each race slowly crawled back to their home, and there they stayed the throne empty the castle falling apart and each too scared to leave there little worlds and the power was lost the green of the land died and turned grey, the water drained away to the sea of became black and gritty the air became thick and hazy and dark the fires simply went out there light filled glow extinguished, the great mother pitied the children so gave each the power the king had shown them but each where to scared to see each other again so they all took charge of their cities and the power was slowly passed down the generations as a blessing from the great mother her gift for a child of each generation years past, so many years know one still remained who had seen the days of peace lines had fallen the power had survived in the few decedents of the forgotten children, and even now a line of the power is slightly shortened as a decedent passes to the great mother.