When greed breaks the Guardians of Light apart, eternal night befalls the three tribes, and the only way to restore the balance is through reuniting them.
◤Disclaimers: the usual of fantasy, featuring a scrumptious mix of fluff and angst (mostly angst, though). magical abilities. none of these tribes reference or represent current or past tribes or people. pay special attention to the first paragraph!
◤Word count: 6.6K
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"Spiriters, Rainmakers, and Night Souls; for the three tribes of Olcen to live in harmony, the Fire would bind two souls from birth, partners for eternity. Together, they would guard the land's peace and through their unity, the balance shall be restored. For as long as the Guardians of Light are not separated, day will visit the people once more."
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"Go on. Don't be shy."
You snapped your head in the direction of the voice, finding your cousin standing at the entrance of the cave, and you froze, caught red-handed. Wasn't he supposed to be in the village? What is he doing at his hideout so early in the day?
You glanced around awkwardly as he made his way toward you, staff meeting the rocky ground with each step. As he approached you, his blond curls and handsome features became clearer in the Fire's light. You fought the urge to take a step backward.
You'd snuck into your cousin's abode, a secluded cave in the mountains, to see the Fire that burned bloody red between the rock. He was the only person who knew how to tame it, along with tribe elders. Curiosity got the best of you and that's how you found yourself crouched in front of the angry flames, eyes as wide as a full moon.
You wanted to try taming the Fire for yourself. Chan is a Spiriter like I am, you thought, if he could do it, then so can I.
He tilted his head at you. "What are you waiting for?"
Your throat felt dry. "I-"
What would you tell him without making a complete fool out of yourself? What would the people think when they hear that their Light Guardian crept away to meddle with the Fire?
You decided to stay silent.
"I know you want to speak to the Fire," he said, oddly gentle, and pounded the ground with his heavy staff, making the fire reach for the roof with a terrifying screech. You flinched, instinctively taking a step away. You could've sworn it sounded like a group of human screams.
"See? It wants to speak to you too." The smile on your cousin's face was cryptic. You found yourself remembering the tales whispered around the village about him. They called him a sorcerer, a devil, and a magician. Some claimed he spoke to the dead. All the tales ended with the same moral; stay away from Chan.
