ELEMENTALS: The Tales Of Water

Haunted Red Sea

In a surreal haze, the vision unfolded—disjointed, like feeding on another man's memories. The scene was intense, a moment pulled from the past. A young commander sat in his tent, the heavy air of battle hanging thick. The vice commander entered, eyes wide with urgency.

"Sir, there are thousands of enemy soldiers. We're only 200. What should we do?"

The words came out of Aquis' mouth without hesitation, without even realizing their weight. "Well, if there are that many, we have no choice but to finish them off."

The vice commander blinked, taken aback by the casual declaration. But the words seemed to ignite a spark, setting the course of action into motion.

Suddenly, a messenger rushed in, breathless, holding a letter sealed with the royal insignia. He handed it to Aquis. The commander tore it open, eyes scanning the contents.

The vice commander, sensing the tension, asked cautiously, "Sir, what's in the letter?"

Aquis' face tightened, his hand slowly crumpling the letter before tossing it into the flames. He watched the paper blacken and curl in the heat, his voice low and edged with bitterness.

"Nothing important. My father did something idiotic. He adopted a son and told me that I have a brother."

The vice commander's eyes widened. "A brother, sir? What is his name?"

Aquis sneered, "Magma Agni, it seems."

The vice commander mused, "Agni... a fire elemental, perhaps?"

Aquis shot him a sharp look, his patience thinning. "Focus on the war. Don't get distracted by fantasies."

And so they did. The battle erupted with a fury that left no quarter. Aquis, like a force of nature, tore through the enemy ranks. Elementals and humans alike fell beneath his blade, their bodies scattered like ragged remnants of a storm.

Later, as they rested in the aftermath of the massacre, another messenger approached. Another letter. Aquis unfolded it, his expression hardening as he read.

"The chief advisor of the Marquess has betrayed him. The city is in chaos," Aquis muttered. He handed the letter to the earth-teleporting mage, his voice cold and resolute.

"Take me to kingdom of Rein"

Count Vikram suddenly interrupts, turning towards the unseen viewers with a slight bow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, if you're wondering what exactly an 'earth teleporting mage' is," he begins, holding his hand up as if to explain a simple, but often overlooked fact. "Earth elementals have quite a unique ability. You see, they're capable of teleporting through the land itself, using the very earth beneath their feet as a conduit."

He leans in slightly, as if sharing a secret. "It's one of the more special tricks of their kind. They're a specific branch of earth elementals, referring to themselves as 'earth teleporting mages.' Quite handy in a pinch, wouldn't you agree?"

With a charming grin, he straightens up. "Well, thank you for watching! Now, back to the story!"

As Count Vikram finishes his little explanation with a proud grin, he suddenly glances up, hearing a distant, annoyed voice.

The narrator, clearly irritated, cuts in. "Oh, fantastic, Count Vikram. Really. Already better,weren't you see sick . And again interrupting than sticking to the script, aren't you?"

Vikram shrugs with a smirk. "I guess it's plot armor."

The narrator's voice, now filled with frustration, comes back with an audible eye roll, "Plot armour? Is that what we're calling it now?"