Dawn of the Elements - Book 2: The Hand of Threngar

Prologue

"But Master Silver!" A young boy, maybe eight years old complained to the Sixteen year old Master. "There's one artifact you've never taught us about!"

"Oh?" Silver seemed surprised by this. "And which artifact would that be, Henry?" Henry pointed to the bottom of the page, of the book he had open on the desk.

"The artifact that, according to this text, nearly wiped the Elemental Masters off the face of the planet." Henry then spoke the name of the item, sending shivers down Silver's spine. "The Hand of Threngar."

"The Hand of Threngar..." Silver had to ready himself, just to tell the story. "Over a millennia ago, during the age of The Original Elemental Masters, a Normalite Alchemist, Threngar Silverlance created a powerful weapon. Using six scraps of Thrik Alloy, remnants of the Elemental Weapons, And a metal of his own design, capable of containing the six elements, called Trinium, he fashioned a glove, of unimaginable power. He called it The Hand of Threngar."

"Using this gauntlet, he isolated each Elemental Master, And Using an element opposite them, mortally wounded them all. All but one. When he confronted the Master of Fire, he mistakingly allowed him to get too close. The Master of Fire heated the Hand, to the point where it burned him. Being forced to remove the glove from his hand, he was apprehended by The Master of Fire."

"Threngar escaped his imprisonment, using his Alchemy, and sought out the only Elemental Master to defeat him, in order to retrieve The Hand of Threngar. He followed the Master of Fire, keeping notes in a journal. When they arrived, he allowed The Master of Fire to hide the Glove, making a note of its location."

"No one knows where The Master of Fire hid The Hand of Threngar." Silver said, nearing the end of his story. "And no one knows if Threngar's journal actually exists. But each male Silverlance after him, is born with a birthmark, taking up the right hand, up to their elbow."

"What would happen, if the Hand of Threngar were to return?" A young girl, maybe five years old asked. Silver hesitated, before answering.

"An excellent question, Jessie." The Master of Fire gave her a soft smile. "If The Hand of Threngar were to ever return, the era of the Elemental Masters, will surely end." The Master of Fire looked at the door of the study, where he, Henry, Jessie, And ten other children were all gathered. Seeing Grenadine standing there, he smiled.

"Miss Grenadine is here." He said, gesturing to the door. "Which means, that your parents are here to collect you." The children said their goodbyes, and quickly ran out the door. Grenadine then walked over to him.

"Good class, Your Highness?" She asked, getting a concerning look from Silver. "Sorry, I forgot you weren't quite used to being called that. Regardless, was it a good class?"

"It was a concerning class." Silver said, walking past the Mistress of Spirit. "It reminded me that, even though we defeated Caius, and quelled the fighting between The Elder Gods, there are still many dangers in This world."

Grenadine nodded, looking at the open book on the desk. Realizing exactly what he meant, she quickly followed her future brother in-law out of the room.

Meanwhile, in a dig site, just at the edge of the kingdom, a shady man watched, as diggers continued their excavation. He held his right forearm, which was covered in a birthmark, from his fingertips, to his elbow.

"Mr. Silverlance!" A digger hollered, running up to the man. "We did it! We found it!" The man ran into the dig site, overjoyed. He shoved diggers out of the way, until he found his partner, Reginald Forbear.

"Loran! Can you believe it!" Reginald shouted to his partner, in excitement. "Threngar's journal didn't lead us astray! Look there!" Reginald pointed to what they had unearthed. Before them, on a mound of moved earth, sat a metal glove. Six pieces of Thrik alloy were inlaid into it.

Loran picked up the gauntlet. Putting it on his hand, he began to chuckle. "The Museum will be thrilled!" Reginald hollered, excited. "This is the find of the millennium!"

"Your help is much appreciated, Reggie." Loran said, turning. "But no one can know I have this." The red piece of Thrik Alloy began to glow. "Not even you." All that could be heard from the cavern, were the screams of Reginald, and every digger on-site.

Loran exited the dig site, a malicious smile on his face. "Finally, the revenge my family has craved for so long, will come to pass." He let out a maniacal laugh. "Master of Fire, I'm coming for you!"