"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Hidden between the cloudy, thundering skies and the deep blue waters of the Pacific lies the mystical land of Stoichea, housing a very low population of humans sharing elemental powers. Peace and quiet is not what you associate with the yearly battles which bring forth the opportunity of learning a new element but murder is one unusual thing here in Stoichea. Even with four rivalries- air, water, earth and fire, there was no such thing as murder in the past four centuries of their existence, that is, until now... when the murderer is found right next to the dead body, sobbing uncontrollably. "Everyone is attracted to fire but when you play with her you get burnt. But what happens to you when that fire dies?" (previously called Threads of Love) Copyright© 2014 BlackCoffee_9210