The Mysticals: The Books of Elements

The First Sightings

What was it in this world that would make everything at peace? Was it more power? Was it all about becoming the most powerful Mystical? Do I obey their ruling, their command, that I must pursue becoming the Cleddessia, the Mystical of all elements and do their bidding? I want to make my own decisions, however when should I be able to, without consequences?

I am Braysean Isaacs, also referred to as Bray, an Ocionara among many. I am a water user and an ice user, a descendant of the most superior users. I am an heir to be the Prime of our bloodline of Ocionaras. I have lake green hair that flows down to my shoulders, deep green eyes, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. I have a semi-pointed nose, a quite thick lips, with an oval face. I have a lean body figure with light brown skin, not too thin and definitely not fat. I am five-eleven in height, quite tall am I not? I got my features from my mother-Prime.

We have plenty of bloodline rivals. Because of this, we must aim and become the most powerful among all. We fight for the sake of power and to eradicate our rivals, but that is not what I wanted. I wanted peace, but through power and force would not make peace among ourselves. That, in other words is being selfish.

We may be adept in fighting with our powers of water, but Ocionaras were also known to be healers. The best healers in all known bloodlines. As an heir to be the Prime of our bloodline, I must study all of the techniques of the Ocionara power. In both aspects of healing techniques and combat techniques.

The Aigua, the elemental book of the Ocionaras, contained all the techniques old and new, to be mastered by the Primes of the bloodline. All techniques must be learned by the Prime descendants but the lower Ocionaras who must learn only assigned techniques were sectioned into two: the Healers, the learners of healing techniques, and the Combatants, the learners of combat techniques. Since I am a descendant of the Primes, I for one, was starting to practice all, one step at a time...

"I cannot do this!"

"Yes, you can Bray! How will you become the next Prime if you do not practice that technique?" Said my mother, the current Prime of our bloodline, Emorrie Isaacs.

"Healing is not my thing mother!" I replied to her, pleading, whining in actuality.

"Focus the water on the wound, Bray! And stop whining! You are going to make it worse." She said sternly, but mother-like.

"I am healing a finger mother! A finger! The worse outcome is nothing compared to an already amputated arm!" I replied to her. I was a spoiled brat, I know.

"Fine! Enough training for today but by tomorrow, you must have already perfected the technique. Once you have, you demonstrate it to me."

"I thought I was to rest? Why must I practice again?" I whined.

"You must! You are the future Prime, wars are erupting and there must be no time wasted. No excuses!" She said, before healing my splinter "I know it was just a splinter but it hurt like hell!" and walked out of the combat slash technique training room.

I, too had to go out of here, because training is boring. I sneaked out from the glacier castle in the Fjord, hidden home of the Ocionaras, avoiding the guards who were everywhere, and whirl-portalled myself to the Eyarus' world, also known as the outside world, also known as the mortals' world in the hot surrounding of midday. The Eyaruses lived the lives of us Mysticals excluding the possession of magical powers. I wondered how they cope with their problems? I mean they were mere mortals with no capability whatsoever of defending themselves from harm anyways, or was I just underestimating these Eyaruses? And I noticed, I was not the only Mystical present out here, at this instant. I could sense auras of different other Mysticals. You see, we all could be in a single place especially in the Eyarus' Realm but when we faced, we somehow get triggered because of our distinctions and argue about those differences, settling it through arguments, battles or worse, all-out-wars.