Night of the Elementalists

Introduction/prologue

It was cool but sunny Saturday morning on March 27th 2068, with only a few white puffy clouds floating about the sky. In the small, old fashioned town of Water Wood Hollow. Now, Water Woods Hollow was one of the oldest towns around The moto of the little town was, live like it's 1980! so the town looked kind of old school. It was tucked away in the backwoods of northern Michigan, and hardly anyone knew about it.

The bells on the shop door jingled as it swung open. In stepped a young dark-haired, green-eyed boy.

"Hello, youngin." Said a kind-looking, old man with frost white hair and bright, almost aqua eyes, from behind the candy store counter.

"Hi," the boy of about fourteen-years replied appearing sort of glum and looking around the cosy little room. The front of it was enclosed with two big windows on either side of the door. There was floor to ceiling shelves stacked with all sorts of candies and a stone fireplace with a little fire happily blazing in its midsts over in the left corner. On the right corner wall, stood a small wooden barn door, that looked like it had been stained with some kind of aqua colour and had a small gold-coloured chain that was used as a handle.

"What can I do ya for?" asked the elderly man. 

 The young boy looked up into the smiling face of the store owner and noticed that he had some strangely deep wrinkles... probably from smiling a lot. "Um hi, the boy said reluctantly. Nothing really, I am just looking around" 

"Ok then." the man said going back to his book. For an old guy, his voice was anything but raspy. 

After examining a few of the different candies on the wall the boy turned around with a slightly puzzled look on his face. "excuse me, but what kind of candies are these?" he said gesturing to the whole wall. 

"Well said the man with a slight grin, those are a special kind of candy, no other shop in the world like this one." 

"But..." then the boy realized something. most of the man's wrinkles were not wrinkles at all, but deep scars. "Um sir..." the boy said really confused now. "How did you get those scars?"

"a Hure grin spread across the old man's face. "my commendation lad, in all the ten years that I have lived in this little town, no one, not one person has noticed my scars. All thought they were wrinkles I assume. So, you would like to know about ol' Phantom would ya?" how much time do ya got on your hands? 

"I have all day. I don't have any friends, and my mother is never home because she is working at Bulls Head Pub, Charlie's appliances, and Michaels tea shop. All three are super busy right now."

"I go to the pub often on Friday nights for a drink and some gossip. I haven't seen her there. And no friends?" he said starting to frown. "Since when does a boy with your looks have no friends?"

"Well sir, I only just moved here a week ago, as for you not seeing Mom, she works at Charlie's on Friday nights."

 "Ah... ok that explains it. Well for now, if you would still like to hear the story... fallow me" The man opened the blueish coloured barn door that revealed wooden steps leading up and gestured for Tommy to go ahead of him. (Now in modern-day times, a 14-year-old boy should never go into the back room of a shop with anyone, young or old. but this was a small town, and it was old fashioned, back in the olden day's people were generally a lot more trustworthy)

Tommy walked up the stairs, and round a small corner at the top that opened up into a little room. Laying on the floor, was a beautiful bearskin rug. On the right wall, there was a floor to ceiling window overlooking the towns main supply of water, Waidley River, named after the founder of the town, Jesko Waidley. When Tommy looked left, he saw two small windows overlooking the towns main road and two small wooden chests on the floor filled with what looked like fire and ice coloured lollipops. On the wall adjacent to the stairwell was a shelf with a very large brown book on it. Below the shelf were two rocking chairs. Upon the wall was a four-foot-long, three-foot-high picture of what looked like the old man and his wife when they were about eighteen, sitting on a fountain smiling out of the frame.

"Who is that?" Tommy asked pointing at the girl in the picture.

"That..." the man said looking kind of wistfully as if remembering the day when the picture was taken. "would be me and my wife when we were in our youth." He looked down, a sad look crossing his face. "She passed away last spring. A truly sad day it was, but it was her time, and she went willingly. 

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that," Tommy said. even though he only just met this man, Tommy felt a strange sense of security around this him. As if deep down he knew that this guy had been many places, seen a lot of sights, and fought a lot of things. Tommy felt as though when Mr. ... whatever his name was around, nothing would hurt him. 

"Come sit." the man gestured to the left chair while walking over and sitting in the one on the right. He reached out and grabbed the big book off its shelf. Setting it in his lap he said "Right, now introductions. My name is Jason, Jason kadwin. And your name my boy?"

"Tommy, sir, Tommy Laker"

"Ok then Tommy, shall we begin the story?" Without waiting for an answer, he opened the book and started reading...

stay sky-high guys. Peace out!