"Hurry up, you guys!" shouted Cynthia. Cynthia was a hyperactive girl. She was never tired. WIth her amount of energy, she could win a marathon and still run for another half-hour.
"We're going as fast as we can!" Belle was a bit less enthusiastic. She had a loud voice and is captain of the cheerleading team. Belle was practically an acrobat. Flipping with ease. Backflips, cartwheels, splits, a 360. You name it, she'll do it without hesitation.
"I'm tired! Please, slow down! I just had training!" Amaryllis shouted from the back of Belle. Amaryllis was an active girl. Never missed her curricular activities. Right now, she is a blue belt in Judo. She really likes fighting. Her techniques are swift and fast. She never lost in a competition before.
"Well, if you dont hurry, we'll be VERY late for our other training!" Tori shouted back. An athletic girl. Full of charisma. Here is another fighter, a red belt in Karate. Gentle and sweet in some ways. Rough and loud in some others.
"Does that mean it will be all Amaryllis's fault?" questioned Dominique. Dominique was more of a tomboy. She hates dresses and most of all, girly things. Especially pink. There's nothing she could hate more than the colour pink.
Now, these girls might sound completely different to you, but they share something in common too. One thing they love doing most is solving mysteries. They simply adore solving questions, running arounf for answers and finding out the truth to dark secrets.
Currently, they are running. As fast as they can to get to training. I bet you're wondering, 'what kind of training?'
Well, this training is special. This training is to hone their skills. Their skills to control elements. Cynthia carries the element of wind. Belle holds the element of fire. Amaryllis has been given the element of earth. Tori has the element of water. And Dominique, as a special one, has the element of lightning.
"It wont be Amaryllis's fault! Who cares? Just run! We're dead if we are later than we are now!" Cynthia shouted back at Dominique. "FIne! But don't go making this a marathon again!" Amaryllis just rolled her eyes.
By the time they got to the training grounds, their master was already waiting there. This man was not only their master but also their father. They lined up and greeted him. "Good afternoon, father," they echoed, in the most formal manner possible.
"Yes, good afternoon. Care to give me a reason for you tardiness?" he questioned. His eyes were staring sharply at each of them. They didn't dare speak.
Finally Belle, the eldest, spoke up, "Our deepest apologies, father."
Followed up by Cynthia, the second eldest, "We meant no harm, father."
And Amaryllis, the middle and the third, spoke, "We came as fast as we could, father."
Tori, the fourth, spoke in a low voice, "We will not be on tardy next time, father."
Dominique, as the fifth and last, spoke at the end, "Please forgive us, father."
Terrence, their father and master just sighed. He looked at them, with a kind smile, "Very well. But try not to be late next time." The five sighed with relief. "Yes, father. Thank you, father," they echoed together in harmony.
The serious and stern look returned to his face. "While waiting," he gestured for them to follow, "I have prepared some high level training dummies. Only perfect, high level attacks can destroy them."
Terrence snapped his fingers and five mechanical robots appeared. "I want you five to give them your best shot. I will see how are your techniques going so far," and turned to Belle, "Starting with you, the eldest, Belle."
