The home of Aremaldrei homed seven large groups of Elementals; for years they lived in harmony, serving the Tree that gave them their lives, and their elements. The power beating in their hearts echos the beating that of the Tree's. To them, the Tree is a very powerful and living being, much more powerful than any other known thing, and each individual has undying respect for the creature.

No one has dared defiled the Tree's wishes, and no one dares to speak about how badly the world around them is beginning to turn sour. War has broke out between the Fire Elementals, as each family craves to be more powerful than the others. Ignorance blinded them from their common sense and they were out for blood.

Anger wracked the world as it began to burn away, along with the FireTypes peacefulness.

When the Tree heard from the world that the FireTypes had been fighting among their own; fury coursed through the great being and it was then did the FireTypes loose their ability to access the power to give their children their elements.

Roots of the Tree retracted from the fire territory, taking the powers with it. With their children forced to grow up without being able to unlock their powers, the elders, who were allowed to keep their element, finally broke the feuds and dispersed around the territory. They wanted to make sure no more fights would break out again, and they hoped that the Tree would forgive them for what they did.

As the tensions died, the other elements began to calm; the thought of a potential war scared the others to no end, even if they could defend themselves, a war within Aremaldrei would cause chaos everywhere. The waters than ran through the world would dry, and the plant life would shrivel. The skies would cloud the sun, blocking its warm gaze from the world. The land would become barren, and unlivable. This is what the Elementals feared.

Still, as the FireType's began to live with the knowledge of them never regaining their elements, they began to reconnect with each other once again. Now distancing themselves from outside elements, out of both pride and fear, the three families are now closer than ever, as they fight to survive.

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~~In The Flame's Household~~

The day began normally, a slow morning of slow cooking whatever creature lurked too closely to their territory, while the rest of the family readied themselves for training. Raven hairs prickled up from their twisted bun style as a female with surprisingly gentle honey yellow eyes held her hand over what seemed to be a bird of some sorts. Her eyes were on the meal, but her focus was elsewhere, a almost troubled waver in her gaze every so often.

"Has anyone seen my axe?"

The female turned her head to look down the hallway of her dug out home, stone walls wearing old cracks held up by strong ash logs from the trees occupying the outside world. The color scheme of the house was gray to say the least, very bland and uninteresting except for a few animal skin rugs on the floor that brought out a few pops of furry colors. She responded to the voice, her crisp tone coming out rugged yet strong as she forced down the urge to cough, "It's in your brother's room, Smoke."

A few mumbling curses left the other person as a tall, lanky, man walked from one side of the hall to the other; he fumbled with his sibling's door knob before throwing open the door and letting out a barking yell to the other person in that room. His words had some bite to them, but the woman knew he meant no harm, she even smiled when an indignant squawk sounded from the other room.

"What the hell Torch!?" Smoke bellowed as he stomped into his brother's room, "Why do you always take my stuff!?"

The woman refocused her attention to the nearly prepared breakfast. Ignoring the childish arguing from the other room, she didn't seem to be bothered that her children were most likely at each other's throats. Her lips pulled into a thin line as Torch came out of his room cradling his cheek while side glaring his brother who was gingerly rubbing his head. "Do you two always have to resort to violence?" The woman questioned tartly, straightening up from her hunched over position over the cooking pit.

"It's his fault, Ma!" Smoke began, yellow eyes blaring with anger. "Smokey, you know better than all of us that violence within the family is not to be tolerated. What if your father was home?" She questioned, with an equal amount of fury. Smoke's gaze faltered, as he looked away from his mother. "And Torch." She began, pointing a finger up at his stubble covered face, "We've been over this, boy." She grit out, "Stop stealing from your brother! You've got your own damn weapons."

Torch's eyes sparked in annoyance, "But Ma, I was cleaning it for 'em!" He snapped, "He was gonna get it sharpened, so I saved him the trouble!" He argued. Smoke clicked his tongue before facing his sibling, his longer legs giving him a slight height advantage. "Yeah right." He spat, "You sharpened my axe? Torch I've never seen you touch a sharpening rock!"

"Just cause you haven't seen it doesn't mean it didn't happen!" Torch retorted, "And I was trying to do something 'nice' for my brother whose been away for three days, can't you just accept what I did? I was gonna return it too you!" Smoke got in his face still not believing him, "Oh yeah?" He seethed, "Yeah, I was!" "Likely story ya dumb, ash for brains!"

And so another wrestling match began.

The woman put her hands on her hips as her sons continued to squabble, disappointment lingering in her honey eyes. 'If I had three, I'd be in tears.' She sighed inwardly before turning back to the food to take it off the fire.

When the door to their home opened, the two boys perked up from their locked positions in each others arms. A man with dark ginger hair stepped into the house with a rope of game slug over his shoulder, his amber eyes burning over the two on the floor in silent judgement. With a raised brow the man closed the door behind him before hanging his hat on the coat rack.

~Tree Of Life~The Peace Gathering~~ Following Ember and Bright Ash~~

The Tree of Life; a magnificent sight it was. Elementals of all types would come to bask in the glory the tree emitted, energy flowed through one's person when close enough to this source of power. This area was a common meet up for many 'Types', it was a place for peace. A place where you could learn and become friends with a different kind of Element.

Water, Earth, Air, Ice, and Lightning would always gather here. FireTypes refused to come towards the bond, knowing good and well that if they did they would be attacked on sight for who they are and were. Fire was a common enemy among the other Elements.

But of course, that never stopped a few curious minds lingering too close to the gathering.

A pair of young FireTypes; only mere sparks in their time hid atop one of the nearby buildings watching as the other Elementals laughed and chatted away. They seemed so carefree, and healthy, not to mention happy to be in another Element's space. WaterTypes shared stories with the elder IceType, while her grandchildren roamed around with the LightningType's son. They weren't young to say the least, but definatly not in the 'sparking' age as young Ember and Bright were.

"Do you think we should go down there?" Bright questioned, her big amber eyes peering curiously over the building's edge. Ember followed her sister's example, her heart pounding in her chest at the sheer amount of Elementals that littered the ground floor. "I'm not sure we should, Bright." She responded quietly, "You remember what mom said, don't you?"

Bright felt her heart sink at the thought of their mother finding out that they ran off to one of the gatherings, "I-I'm sure it's nothing." She responded, swallowing. But as soon as she heard bellowing laughter from down below, a smile returned on her features and a fizzling-like feeling settled in her stomach.

Ember gave her sibling a look, one consisting of pure disappointment and frustration.

"What?" Bright snapped, crossing her arms, "You can't deny the fact that this is amazing to see! I mean seriously, Ember, stop being such a worry-wart!" Ember's eyes grew in size as her sister continued her rant, her skin suddenly loosing it's tan color, "Mom probably won't even notice that we left for two hours! So there's nothing to worry about! And dad is with a meeting with the Scorch leader; so he won't be around for another day!" "B-Bright.." "I'm not finished-" Bright squeaked as Ember grabbed her face before jerking it to the left so she could finally notice the figure hovering next to the building they were perched on.

Ember flinched at the scornful glare the person held against her and her sister; those blue orbs held such menace yet swirls of curiosity emitted from the female AirType. "Don't move." She hissed loudly over the heavy beats of her light gray wings. "You will not get away if you try."

Bright deflated while tugging a shaking Ember closer to her side, amber eyes downcast as bitterness filled her person, "For spark's sake." She cursed softly.

~FireType Territory~The Blazing Trails~~ Following Blaze Scorch and Flint Ash~~

Laughter filtered through the forest as a pair of males followed a scorched trail marked into the dry grass of a meadow. "You should of seen her face!" The ravenette began, "Amber was so upset when I accidentally caught her quilt on fire." His story had his friend's full attention. Warm amber eyes gaze at the enthusiastic male as he recalled the story of nearly burning his grandmother's prized quilt to ashes. "We managed to put it out, but I still got punished for using fire in the house." He shook his head while lifting up his sleeve to show off a small burn mark on his forearm.

"Flint, why in the world were you using fire indoors anyways?" His friend questioned, his smile growing into an amused grin. "I was excited about our family's get together, and sparks just started popping out." He laughed while stepping over a brier vine, "I gotta control my emotions," He said, letting his hand slide down his arm in a calming manner, "My inner fire is just a balloon waiting to pop."

Blaze blinked at the movement; even after seeing Flint do it so many times, he still found it amazing that one gentle move could settle his flame. The male envied him, being part of the Scorch family was easily either life or death. One moment you could be standing still and the next you could be blown up by your own emotions.

A hand gripped his shoulder, Blaze quickly refocused onto Flint; the dark haired male was watching him carefully, "You alright in there, Blaze-bud?" He questioned softly, pale yellow eyes swirling while concern radiated off of him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to phase out like that." Blaze apologized, "I was just thinking." He soothed.

Flint spared him a smile while squeezing his shoulder gently, "Sorry for bringing up emotions, I know how you are with those." He shook his head, "But- lets see, how about I tell you about the burning wolf I saw yesterday?" He questioned, a bright glint in his eyes as he suddenly remembered the large, smoking wolf he saw.

Blaze gaped, "You saw a burning wolf?! You know how rare those are now-a-days!?"

Flint nodded, "Yep!" He grinned while popping the 'p' "It looked old, but it was still kicking about and chasing one of the ash deer." "That's amazing!" "I know right!?"

"Flint!"

The two's excitement was cut off when a cry from behind them sounded; Flint spun around with wide eyes as Blaze looked over his shoulder. A raven haired woman with graying strands barreled into Flint, gripping his shirt while her arms and legs trembled, "My son!" She wheezed through heavy breathing. "It's your sisters!"

Blaze tensed at the sentence, as Flint's face fell into something resembling horror as his mother's emotions poured onto him, "Those scatterbrained girls left to the gathering and were caught." She whimpered, "I can feel their distress..Flint you must try to find them before they are harmed!" She cried. Flint swallowed and looked to Blaze, his pale eyes were glazed over in fear. Blaze nodded while placing a gentle hand on Soot's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Ash." He soothed, "We'll get them back."

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End of Chapter One.

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