The Elements 1

	This is how my story will begin, reader; Scorhio sits at his desk after a long day with the army. They were doing their yearly test of skills to see if they still belonged in their place. Scorhio, being the general, assessed them. Everyone maintained their status, except a private by the name of Rostene. He wasn't a bad solider, but he failed to follow instruction. To Scorhio, if a soldier couldn't do something so simple, they couldn't be trusted. Now, he sits writing a message.

	Not only is Scorhio the general of the army, he is also king or his nation; the Realm of Fire. He reigns over the people of fire. But sometimes, he doesn't like to accept what's his is his. Sometimes, he craves for more. But that is not the only reason. Today, he writes a message to another ruler of another realm, Aqueles, the queen of the Realm of Water. It reads like this;

For Aqueles,
My dearest kith, I would love if you would be able to come to my party in a few weeks. I will issue a date when I can have it confirmed. For now, I cannot, unfortunately. Running the army and so many other things, it doesn't leave you with too much free time. But looking into my schedule, I see some space opening up. I hope you can find some, too.

Sincerly, Scorhio

	Scorhio looked at his little note with a grim smile forming on his face. A chuckle grew in his throat. His eyes narrowed to slits, his black eyes thinning. "A little gift you will receive, dearest." he says. Going back into a calm state, he whistles. A servant sprints into the king's room. "Y-Yes, sire?" he asks. Scorhio rolls up the message into a scroll, then tosses it to the servant. "Take this letter to Aqueles." he orders. The servant nods and heads out. As he is leaving, Scorhio proceeds to write more letters for the leaders of every Realm. His dark features returned, he plots on how he will lay out his plan.