Breathing Fire

Chapter One Cretto

                                                                                         Cretto                                        

                                   Cretto believes the water village is home to a proud race of elementals who defends what they have and help those that are displaced in the madness the lord of Fire and Smoke deemed to want to cover the whole world in his death ash and darkness and not the type of darkness you think of at night in the pitch black, no it's the kind of darkness that poisons the soul black and taints the magic within.

   Evil has a way of corrupting someone who has that much power that much greed. That is our belief of the Lord of Fire and Smoke, that his greed and desire to rule a world that has always just been free drove him to stealing magic and that is a sin against the very nature of their magic, and there is always a price to pay for your sins.

 The night has fell and a good-looking young man was pacing around a king perched on his throne. The young man himself a prince, the son of the Lord of fire and smoke, and the next in line to lead the fire kingdom. He was always good looking, top marks on his learnings and he still feels that his dad is right when he calls him weak and unfit to rule.

He was not born into the fire village for the king already made it his kingdom and long ago took over the elder's spot in voice of their people. He made himself king and allowed twelve fire elementals to become his lords, and the only people with the power to vote him out and in a new king. Only if someone is willing to duel the king and live for the votes to be cast, and everyone knows that no one can defeat the king for his powers are so great that the lords are too scared to ever go against him.

As the prince came upon the king, he falls to one knee to bow to his dad, lord of Fire and Smoke. His shoulder length blonde hair falls upon his face hiding his beautiful green eyes with a scar crossing his face. They are a green so bright and so dark at the same time. He raises his head and the king acknowledges him.

"Cretto, so nice of you to bow to your dad." The king says in a tone lacking any emotion.

"You are still my king and I came to talk to you before you make your speech and send so many of our people to cause death and to maybe die themselves. There are other ways to do this, better ways than this." Cretto patiently exclaims at his king in hopes to stop this.

He slowly raises his eyes to meet his fathers and for a moment the red of his kings' eyes swirled around like fire dancing and the flames looked heated. The king looks at the boy him still trying to make him into a man, not a wimp, that's his mother's blood in him. The king was going to make him a man that would make him proud, not one that reminds him of the women that betrayed him so long ago.

"Cretto the orders are ready; the men are in place. I cannot allow my enemies to have refuge they all need to be wiped out, and at the same time. Then I can expand my kingdom and gain more and more power, to lead these people, they have to fear me and have no choice in following me as their god." He growled at his son.

"Dad I am begging you there are better way, you educated me"

"Enough" yelled the king. "I am your king before I am your father and you will be loyal for you are the price to eventually rule over all I claim. The air elementals were saved and have seek refuge with my enemies and they will not get away with that." The king laughs as he stands and walks to his first in charge.

"King sire what are your orders" Devine asked in a half bow in front of the huge man the king is.

The king stands about six foot six inches and his shoulders are broad and he has a long beard that is the same length of that fiery red hair that matches perfectly with them evil red eyes. He was a handsome man, but that was overshadowed by the evil of who and what he was, and that made him one of the ugliest people this world has ever seen.

"Attack Crystal village and wipe out those who ran and those who took them in." The king said before he looked at the prince, his son and growled and walked out of the room, followed by Devine.

The prince walks out in this stone castle his dad built to be able to withstand their fire magic being called inside. Cretto was headed to bed with a lot weighing on his mind and weighing on his heart. The heart that his dad sees is his biggest weakness and that is why he is a failure in his dad's eyes.

Ashe gets ready to get in bed and looks out the window not far to the east stoodwater and that is where the village stands his dad wants to destroy. If he canonly think of the lives that was going to be lost on both sides. He decided inthat moment he was 

done being weak Cretto and he was a warrior on a mission, just not the same mission the king was on. He saw himself as the cruel king his dad hoped him to be one day, and he decided that is someone he would never have the ability to become.

Cretto knew some of his dad's secrets and how he can steal the power of those he was destroying. He has yet to figure out all of it, but he knew that there are rare elementals whose magic don't fall in any category. He knew his dad had a rare elemental locked up and was misusing her magic to steal other's power. Cretto also knew that with that kind of theft there was a price, a price he saw his dad paying with his sanity and ability of still being a reasonable man.

Cretto was trying to find a way to save himself from a future he knew he did not want and if in saving himself he was also able to save the people in this world than he was willing to do anything. Cretto did not have the power to face off with his dad or enough lord's votes in his corner but he knew he had a plan and until he was able to put that plan into action he had to be the prince of evil in every way or die long before he ever has the chance to stop his father, the king.

He tried hard to stop thinking as he lay his head down, but he could not stop thinking of the kids that are being tucked in right now having no idea but just for offering kindness to strangers, lost them the right to live. No matter how Cretto felt he should not care but he never saw kindness as a reason to condemn death.