Magic runs on energy given by the earth, and the vessel who contains it. The Earth itself is a great container for this magic. However people can contain this great power as well. Magic can come in all different forms, but is never inherently good or evil. Magic can vary in strength from person to person, the greatest magic only going to a select few souls who have proved themselves worthy in past lives. These people are the Guardians, who wield the elements of this Earth and keep the balance between them. These Guardians received their powers from the spirits of magic, who would guide and train them how to use their great power.

Since the beginning of time, the Four Guardians were guided by the only four known magic spirits. The Fire spirit Fuoco, the Earth sprit Terra, the Water spirit Acqua, and the Air sprit Aria. This is how it has always been, at least up until only a few short months ago, when I became a new Guardian.

My spirit was the Death spirit, Morte. A small girl by appearance, but was clearly a thousand year old spirit, when she wanted to be helpful.

All I know is that when Morte showed up inside my mind on the morning of my sixteenth birthday, I should have seen what was coming next. When Death is around, everything around it suffers. That's how after only three months after my birthday, I had to constantly be wary of everyone, for if anyone found out about me, they would try to kill me.

Attempting to enter the Fire Kingdom is what finally gave me that harsh wake up call.