The Borealis Prophecy

Chapter Four - Fugitive

"They had no idea," was the first thing I said to the first

Tracker wearing the team Gerbera suit. This was the first time I'd ever seen one upfront. The suits were completely black with orange stripes across their beige chest plates with belts, whips and chains rounding their waists. They had pockets on the belts that held different kinds of weapons that I really didn't want to experience firsthand. Their boots were heavy and sunk within the mucky rain pleated grounds.

"Please, don't hurt them," I pleaded sadly. "I'll come peacefully."

"Why are your eyes normal?" The first Tracker asked loudly. The way he spoke to me made my stomach coil.

"And how did you do... that!" the other one asked pointing up to the gray sky. "With the lightning. Are you an

Elemental?"

I shrugged, it was the most honest thing I could do.

The taller of the two leaned into his colleague and whispered something to him. As I wished desperately to know what they were saying, I heard the air whistle as the temperature in the winds dropped. A billowing curl of wind travelled around them and carried their heavy, authoritative voices, so I could hear the last part of their rushed conversation. "Exterminate the human harbourers."

A human harbourer referred to a human that helped the Elemental race in any way possible. If Trackers hated anything more than Elementals, it would probably be human harbourers.

My arms and legs began to tingle as the electricity began to shoot violently within my nerves. My body was preparing to

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fight and defend. I would have to die first, before I would let anything happen to them.

I heard Simon scream something about a Tracker's menacing training, but what Simon didn't realize was that I wasn't just an ordinary Elemental. I was something more, I was too much for them to handle and they were going to see it the hard way.

I threw my hands in front of me, palms up, and instead of the comfortable fiery warmth I was used to, an electric current began to shoot through my fingertips. The second Tracker stood motionless as he watched the electricity dancing on my skin.

The younger, shorter of the two looked up at his colleague as the taller, more experienced one said, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to bring down a God-like

Elemental."

The first Tracker didn't hesitate to shoot. He shot at me with a weird looking gun, but I felt nothing as the current within me grew to a mammoth's strength. It was creating a force field around my body, protecting me from any and all harm. My eyes began to sting as the current electrified my every sense.

I almost missed the blur of the youngest Tracker as he pulled out his weaponry and screamed bloody murder plummeting toward Luli and Simon.

I yelled as he wielded a long spiraling blade. Instinctually my hand shot out and I released a force of electricity barrelling towards the Tracker just before he jabbed his sword into Luli or Simon. The current raced through the Trackers body, fried him, and like a boomerang the current rushed back to me.

I didn't see his eyes draining of life, but his life sparked and defused like a failed circuit breaker. I stood motionless, expressionless. Although this was unintentional, it didn't take away the fact that this Tracker was my very first intentional kill, and I didn't even know his name.

In this moment, as I stood silently and shocked. I thought that maybe I really was a fearless killing machine. I didn't think twice about frying him. But my body reacted instinctual, didn't it? I didn't really think about killing him, I just didn't want him to touch Luli. The only way to protect her in this moment, to protect both Luli and Simon was to murder him, wasn't it? Trackers don't take the time to get to know