The Last Leaf

Introduction

Six nations scattered in the vast world, which prosper in their age old art of using the elements of nature- Wind, water, Earth, Fire, Frost, Charge and Light.

Generation over generation, the people are automatically bestowed upon with the ability to use the elemental powers specialized by their homeland on walking past the door of puberty, unless of course if someone wants to acquire some other elemental power and have to undergo special training for it.
The individual's personality and growth is affected by their respective element, as they grow along with it.

However, the ability to use elemental powers to one's benefits come solely from the nature, and not any supernatural power.
All the potential power and energy lies in nature itself, people merely learn to use them. They cannot control nature.

In the small but prosperous village of Pyrkohl, located in the outskirts of the kingdom of Kolares which was the ever bold Pyro nation, suspicious identities were always lurking in the shadows.
Despite the fact that the village was well detached from the mainland and was not really known by the other nations, the people here had their own connections and sources to the outer world.
In spite of the dark affairs of the village, the inhabitants of the village had souls as pure as the tinge of pale flames. Their morale ethics as stubborn as engulfing forest fires.

Metame was one such kid from Pyrkohl, with his bright nature. He, along with the other kids of his generation roared throughout the village everyday, helping the villagers and playing with other smaller kids. They even got snacks in return.
The shopkeepers simply could not take any money from the kids, seeing their unparalleled kindness, and also Metame's mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. When the group of kids would walk past their shops at sunset, and Metame would look at the fried marshmallows suited in the stall, with his glowing eyes which appeared as radiating blue orbs with the setting sun and his pitch black messy hair stuck to his forehead with the sweat and stress of the day, the person on the stall would always hand a few roasted marshmallows to all the kids. Some days when the kids came a bit early and it wasn't time to close the shop yet, he would make them sit in his shop to catch some breath and finish their treats before leaving.

Everyone seemed to love the warmth of Metame's kindness, and his politeness won the hearts of all the villagers.
Even so, deep inside he was insecure. Insecure of his careless nature, and of his not so promising potential. He was not as strong as the other kids in the village, neither did he plan to grow his expertise on sword or any other weapon wielding.
He just didn't care about doing the things everyone generally does, or precisely plan for his future as such. His creativity was the only thing which made him stand aside from the others. Not that it made him feel at par with others anyways.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was unknowingly a people pleaser. When people told him that sword wielding is very great and stuff, Metame pursued it. Despite the fact that he wanted to be a catalyst controller, a wizard in other words. Although he already made lots of different things with fire which wore a batch of his creativity, he could never speak up to his parents about it.
Metame had seen everyone talk only about sword and claymore wielders, and the fact that his parents never talked with him about any other offstream uses made him shut in and choose one of the two main streams which the people pleased.

It is not that he was forced to take up one of the two weapons, Metame got full liberty from the side of his parents to choose what he wishes for. But he still thought that if he chose otherwise, he would not be accepted in the society.