Here is the "Plot" reminder: There was a time in our world when there was balance. Peace was throughout and all creatures had learned to work together. We knew we needed each other, otherwise there would be chaos. The light was strong but it was over too soon. Darkness cam upon us as two beings who decided they were in the right descended upon the world. They believed we all did not need our Elements. That we were stronger and the old beliefs were outdated. They caused war and destruction. No one was sure who they could trust and what to believe. One by one, the Elements were taken out of our lives, leaving pain and heartache. What they didn't know was that the Elements were still alive and had gathered together to create a plan. They were planning to bring back peace and balance. Their followers were killed for still performing and holding the Old Beliefs; they had no choice but to hide until the right time. Water, Earth, Fire and Air acted as leaders for the Elements and came up with a solution. They were each to find a Mage. One that they can lend their power to. Mages together could stand up and bring back righteousness to our world. Now here is the question. Are you going to stand up and join us? Or are you going to sit back and watch it all crumble? We all may not be Mages, but we won't go down without a fight. We are the army to fight for us all. To bring back peace and balance. Now decide. Who's side are you on? Greetings to all believers and followers. We have an issue baring upon us that threatens us and our way of living but we have a plan. Each of us Elementals will have one representation for us. Each of us will bestow our power to one to help in this struggle. But we cannot have them do it alone. We need all of your cooperation. All to rise as one. There is strength in numbers, and this battle will not be easy. They threaten not only us, but those we love are being targeted and attacked. Mages, you do not know who you are, but soon we will reveal ourselves to you and start to show you how to use our power. And all others who are loyal and faithful, we still need your help. We cannot win this war without an army. Help us. Ubrahsane's ears perked as he felt a slight breeze pass him, catching his attention. This was not the normal dry air of the desert that he and his tribe had grown up with. This breeze had a different feeling - a different meaning - and he knew it was now time. There had been war in this world that not only affected his kind, but of all of Godaial. He had instructions that he needed to follow when the time is right. And that breeze, he is guessing, was his sign to start. He slowly stood up and brushed off the sand off of his knees and told the child to finish setting up the fire. He looked up and sighed as he prepared himself for his journey. It is time. Now where to start?