I remember a time before this war, a time when each clan used their skills to benefit the human race as a whole, rather than leaving each other to die.
I miss when it was a simpler time, when the Ice people cooled everything in the Winter, and the Animal clan would make sure all the creatures were well cared for. Then the Water would bring rain in the Spring, thawing the planet and preparing it for the Earth clan to plant the seeds to feed the nations. Fire would heat up the planet for the Summer, providing optimal temperatures for both the animals and the plants to thrive. Next would come the Air clan, blowing the leaves from the trees and preparing Earth to harvest the food from the ground in Autumn. Now nothing is balanced, the conditions change by the hour. One moment it's a blazing hot day and everyone is getting dehydrated, the next it's a raging blizzard, forcing us to huddle together. Now, the most we can do is hope that this war will end soon and do what we can to survive. As I said, I miss the simpler times.
*I know, I know, this is very short, but it's the prologue!*
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The Seventh Clan (First Draft)
FantasySo this is the first draft of my story that will probably make very little sense in some aspects. I write this draft as it comes to my head, and haven't edited much, so anything that confuses you will be fixed in later drafts. If you have any questi...
