18 years later...
A blast of cold air from the mage's spell slammed itself into Coral.
The Deeptide Elf curled herself into a ball, stayed still like a stone that had been weather-beaten throughout Archai's million-year history.
But she was no enduring stone, she was dueling an experienced mage.
Who was cantankerous against everything and everyone.
"Aqua Corpus", Coral whispered to herself, and felt her body transform into water.
When an Ocean mage turned into anything Ocean-related, whether it was coral or kelp, it became a part of them.
The elf's skin, her insides, her hair, turned into liquid and she soon became a puddle.
Even in this form, she could still she Kestrel fuming.
"Whatever you're planning Coral", she hissed, "will never work in the real world. You're not Clay."
Out of all the elves the Order of Nature found for the Prophecy, Clay was the only male.
Albeit bigger than Coral and Sabah, he was a vehement pacifist.
Typical of an Earthtree Elf – striding to find balance and harmony above everything else.
Only one could theorize how they became (metaphorically) flaccid.
Kestrel strode through the cave, the rune for the spell Ventus Percutiens – which resemble streaks of wind – glowing pale blue in her hand.
Hold Coral, hold, the elf told herself as the Stormwind Elf came closer, and closer, and closer.
Kestrel was barefoot, never wearing shoes.
Who could blame her? Shoes were a human thing.
Closer, and closer, and closer Kestrel came until she trod over Coral.
At this point, the Deeptide Elf decided that was her moment to strike.
She reversed the Aqua Corpus spell, returned to her original form, and body-slammed into the Stormwind Elf, throwing her to the ground.
Before she could get back up, Coral placed a foot onto her chest, simulating what would happen if the two had fought for real – she would choke her to death.
The mage looked up at her with hard, grey eyes "Impressive", she mused in her usual gruff voice, "but like I said, that won't work in the real world."
Coral didn't say anything. She just took her foot off of Kestrel and offered a hand.
Constructive criticism was a good thing. It pointed out your flaws and where you needed to improve; although many portrayed it as being an attack on your character.
The Sky mage's grey-and-white clothing was smeared with dirt, although she would clean them later and put on the long-sleeved grey shirt that she wore on the rare occasion she was cold, alongside its accompanying grey pants.
Both Deeptide Elves and Stormwind Elves could resist the bitter cold in their respective environments to varying degrees.
Stormwind Elves were better adapted for Archai's cold, upper atmosphere; Deeptide Elves could manage the temperature fluctuations in their aquatic home with ease.
The mage took Coral's hand, and she helped her back up.
"Dismissed", she said before turning to the only other elf in the cavern. "Clay, your turn."
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Archai
Fantasy(Note: This story is no longer being worked on because the plot was dragging me through the mud. I did like creating its world, though.) Seven elements, one world. Three heirs, one throne. Three strangers, one goal. Enter the world of Archai...
