Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 06:39:59 EST From: FragileIron@aol.com Subject: The Four Elements: Chapter 4 Disclaimers: This story contains sex between males, if this sort of material offends you, do not read on. This story is a work of fiction, and includes references to God, the Devil, vampires, demons and a host of other religious and mythical creatures. In no way is this story meant to defame any particular religion, nor is it a bible of truth, it is a work of fiction, and meant to entertain. Any questions, comments, and/or suggestions about the story can be sent to FragileIron@aol.com. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not. I'm afraid I must apologize for the horrid lateness of this chapter. As with many people, I have problems in my life, and sometimes they just become overwhelming. Unfortunately, for the past few months all I could do was cry and feel sorry for myself, and I was unable to bring myself to write anything. I was actually not planning on writing anymore of this story, until I got an e-mail from someone a few days ago asking me to continue. Seeing that I have this whole story still in my mind, I decided to continue. And I'm quite enjoying writing again, and I hope you all enjoy the next installment of the story. Special thanks to Mike Infernum for his e-mail, this chapter is dedicated to him, thanks for kicking me back in gear man! The Four Elements Chapter 4: The Search Begins A red robed figure stood in the grand hallway that Shiana had stood in the day before. The figure sitting upon the throne was visibly annoyed with his presence. "My lord sends a message to you." The red robed figure stated. "And? What message would be so important that you would dare defile my palace. " The figure boomed. "We have become aware of the situation with Kaylon, and we offer our assistance." "How did you...? It matters not, the matter is already being dealt with, return to the pit from whence you came." At that moment the doors burst open, and Shiana came rushing into the room. " Lord, Viath has been destroyed..." Shiana blurted out. "WHAT?!?" The figure's voice boomed with such power the entire room shook. "It would appear you do need our help after all." The red robed figure spoke with hateful glee. "No, we will let the vampires deal with the situation that they have created, if they fail, I will send for you." The figure boomed. "Now return to the pit." The red robed figure bowed politely, and walked from the room. "My lord, the vampires?" Shiana began. "Inform Lord Zan that his existence depends on him dealing with the situation. " The figure boomed. "Yes Lord." Shiana quickly departed the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Caron and Kaylon arrived at the psychics little shop, which was in a run down part of the city. As they entered, a small woman, about 40 to 50 years old greeted them. She had black hair done up in a bun on the back of her head, and was starting to show her years in the wrinkles on her face. All she wore was a simple white robe. In all, she didn't even resemble the common psychic everyone's used to seeing on TV. "Caron! It is good to see you again. I see you've finally convinced your friend to come." She smiled. "Hi Cynthia. This is my friend Kaylon, he needs help." Caron's voice was filled with concern. Cynthia's face crumpled up into a concerned look, and she placed her hand gently on Caron's cheek. "You are different somehow Caron, what has happened?" Before Caron could speak, she turned to Kaylon, and placed her hand upon his cheek. "I feel immense pain within you. Pain and sorrow, your soul weeps as though the world has died, yet your face shows nothing. Tell me, both of you, what has happened?" Caron told Cynthia the happenings of the past two days, while Kaylon stayed quiet. Kaylon didn't know what to make of anything, all he really knew, is that the world as he knows it, was gone. When Caron finished his story, Cynthia's face was white with fear. "Come, both of you, I will try and help you see the path that lies ahead of you." She opened the door of the backroom, waving her hand for them to enter. "Ooh, the back room, I've never been back there. This must be real serious." Caron cracked. "This is not the time for joking matters Caron." Cynthia quickly snipped back. The back room of the shop was painted entirely black, there were no windows allowing outside light in, only the candles that were strewn around the entire room. In the center of the black floor was a white pentagram. "Now, both of you, clear your minds and choose a point upon the pentagram, the first that comes to mind, and stand upon that point." Cynthia instructed. Caron walked to the bottom left point, and Kaylon moved to the right point. Cynthia herself stood upon the top point of the pentagram. "The pentagram is a very ancient symbol" Cynthia began. "And over the years, it has gotten many different meanings, but the meaning I was taught by my mother, and her mother before her, and so on, is the oldest known meaning. The four points along the bottom represent the elements of the earth. Caron, you are standing on the symbol for earth, and Kaylon, you are standing on the symbol for water. The bottom right point is for fire, and the left point is for air. The top point is for hope and goodness, which the four elements hold high." Cynthia took a small bottle of liquid from her robe, and sprinkled it about the pentagram. "Now, I need you both to concentrate on the element your standing on. Caron, think of the earth, grass growing, trees and other things like that. Kaylon, think of the ocean, the waves, the rain and such things. Clear your minds of everything but those thoughts." The two did as she instructed, and Cynthia began chanting some obscure language. As she was chanting, the candles about the room began to flicker from an unfelt wind. The spot below Caron began glowing green, whilst the spot below Kaylon began to glow blue. "You are looking for someone Kaylon?" Cynthia queried. "I... I don't know." Kaylon's voice trembled. "Telon dude! Your looking for Telon!" Caron announced. "Concentrate on this Telon." Cynthia instructed of Kaylon. Kaylon closed his eyes, he thought back to the young man he met those five years ago. He thought of his smile, his laugh, his beautiful gray eyes. As he remembered those few happy moments in his life, the left point of the pentagram began to glow white. Kaylon opened his eyes, and looked at the white spot. A white figure appeared upon the spot, and features began to fill in. A beautiful young man appeared, probably about 18 years old. He was about 5'6", with golden blond hair, and stunning grey eyes. His frame was small and light, but his face showed great strength. "That's him, that's Telon." Kaylon's eyes began to fill with tears. "Ok, both of you, concentrate on fire so we can find the final piece to this puzzle." Cynthia again instructed. As the two's thoughts turned to fire, the unfelt wind became real. It picked up strength, snuffing out the candles in the room. The room itself began to shake as if an earthquake was rolling through. The bottom right point began to flicker with a red light. "Keep concentrating!" Cynthia shouted over the roar of the wind and the shaking of the room. The two kept concentrating, and the wind became stronger and stronger. A red figure appeared above the spot, then suddenly everything stopped. The lights were all gone, and the candles lit themselves again. Kaylon fell to the floor weeping. Caron rushed to his friend, holding him in his arms. "What happened?" Caron asked. "Something is keeping us from seeing." Cynthia stated sadly. "I can't find him, everything is against me." Kaylon said between his tears. Cynthia gazed at the broken Kaylon, then her eyes widened. She rushed to the corner of the room, and opened an old chest, producing a small stone tablet. She handed the tablet to Kaylon. "I think this is for you, it was given to my great great grandmother along with the book she learned everything I know." Cynthia said. "I can't read it." Kaylon said. "It says: When the war was over, the four were trapped, the two separated for eternity and the world doomed. When the one is awoken, he will find the other, and the two will be together, and hope will return to the world." Cynthia quoted from memory. "I don't understand! I don't understand any of this! Why me?" Kaylon's tears flowed. "It's a prophecy Kaylon, its your prophecy, you must find this Telon." Cynthia said. "But, I don't know where to look." "There is a mountain range in Canada, where a tribe of Native Americans live. They gave my ancestor this tablet, maybe they can help you." Cynthia smiled weakly. "To Canada we go!" Caron abruptly announced with a smile on his face. "I can't ask you to go Caron." Kaylon stated sadly. "Well duh you can't ask me to go, but we're friends forever, so I'm going anyway." "Thanks" Kaylon and Caron hugged tightly. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "But Lord Xan, this Kaylon has eluded us at every turn, how are we expected to find him?" Isa was speaking to Xan in her office. "I'm not sure Isa, but we must, everything depends on it, at least we have one thing on our side." Xan stated. "Speaking of that bumbling idiot, he should be here soon." As Isa spoke, there was a knock on the office door. "Come in Jarod." "You wished to see me m' Lady?" Jarod said meekly. "The officer stationed at Kaylon's apartment was killed." Lord Xan spoke to him. "I... It wasn't my fault my liege..." "SILENCE! You are the only one who knows what Kaylon looks like, so you will find him." Lord Xan said to Jarod. "But my leige..." "And Isa will accompany you." Lord Xan smiled grimly. "But my liege!" Isa argued. "That is my decision, we have been given the address of a friend of Kaylon's house, were an `incident' took place. I want you two to go there and gather clues. You must find him, or you will die." With that, Lord Xan left the office. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The red robed figure walked through the halls of fire and screams. He headed straight for the grand throne room of the temple. Upon entry into the room, he bowed graciously to the figure sitting upon the throne. "My lord, they have rejected our offer of help." "I assumed the would, it doesn't matter anyway, we will go forwards with our plan." "Yes my lord." The red robed figure then removed his robe. Underneath the robe, was what looked like an average dressed teenager. He was about 5'11", his face was thin, and remarkably handsome. He had shiny black hair that was spiked up and his eyes were a dim brown color. "You have been training for this for a long time Bynan, do you believe you are ready?" The dark figure queried. "After 1500 years, I am more than ready, I will serve you well my Lord." "Then go, your task is at hand." The figure waved Bynan away. End Chapter 4 Any questions, comments, and/or suggestions about the story can be sent to FragileIron@aol.com. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not.