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♪ Lucas Stone ♪

Within a place not really considered Earth, but place in-between, sat an elegant looking temple. It was very large, big enough to house a few dozen people. Within the Temple, sitting in the Grand Hall were four thrones. Each throne was made differently to best suit their tenants. The thrones sat in a circle as a large pedestal in the center, carved out of the smoothest ivory and glowing. From there it stood, waiting for their Masters and Mistresses to come and use it.

It wouldn't be long until the sound of footsteps echoed through the beautifully carved halls, soon a young man emerged from behind one of the thrones and he looked around curiously. His body still trembled a bit, he was still nervous being around some parts of the Temple, fearing he might accidently break something. Within his hands, he held a small bucket with a cleaning cloth in it. He tiptoed towards the pedestal in the circle as he started cleaning it.

The young male was lacking in clothes at the moment, he was shirtless but had a golden sash crossing diagonally around his torso. It was loose, but he still liked wearing it. His pants were black and very bagging, almost described to be puffy with gold accent on them. He also wore clothed shoes which came to a point at the toes, they were surprisingly comfortable and very useful when it came to cleaning. His hair was a mess, well the bangs and sides were. The long braid was actually very neat and sometimes can been seen bouncing to his emotions. Most could say he was very animated. His frame could had been described as medium build and almost very jumpy at the littlest sounds, so it would be surprising to most who hear he is the Demon Swords' sacred blacksmith. The young male's name was Lucas, Lucas Stone the Wisp Elf.

His dark red hues scanned over the pedestal closely, a faint sigh escaping his lips before getting back to his feet and looked into the pedestal. He wanted to help find Anemone. That and also fascinated by the magic within the ivory object before him. He had seem his Masters and Mistresses use it before, but he never fully understood how it worked. He placed his hands on the rim of the bowl-like top, seeing the swirling mists and small stars twinkling outside it. Lucas chuckled a bit, watching it happily as he started tapping against the edge of the bowl-like top. "I-I hope Lady A-Anemone is ok." He said with a soft shaking tone.zHis braid bouncing slightly as he turned his head left and right, looking at the thrones of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. Each sitting there regally, with the Throne of Water still untouched and waiting for its Mistress.

§ Anemone S. Lockhart §

Earth. Home to the supernatural creatures, animalszand the humans. Where they learned to live in peace, or try to, sharing the land with each other. In some places of the world, it worked like a charm, in others...not so much. But they tried, that was all that really mattered. The world was protected by the Four. The Demon Swords. This was one of the many names they had adopted. They carried this name with pride and held justice within the land. They and the Elemental Swords kept the world in check. Sadly, things didn't stay like that.

Recently, the waters of the world had started disappearing. Water was one of the most important elements needed for things to live. But now, there was barely any of it. There was an explanation to this. It was very simple, but many didn't want it to be the actual problem. Something was wrong with the Sword of Water...more specific, she was missing. Her last known whereabouts were unknown, but where she was going was obvious to her siblings, the Dark Sword's Sealing Site. However, she never returned. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to almost a months. Her location is still unknown.

Things were slowly dying, but thanks to the Elemental Swords, the Earth wasn't in too much trouble. Not too far off from a small field of withering flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, a young looking girl wandered out from the Jungle of Scales. Dried blood traced along the side of her head, her clothes were dirty and a bit torn. She held her left side with her right arm, her other arm slouched and limp at her side. Her hair was slightly matted and covered with parts of her head. Her hair was very long, stretching to her thighs and appeared to be very flowy almost like water. Her feet dragged against the parched dirt as she wandered out. In her hand, she clenched a strange sword.

The sword released a strange aura from it, an icy-like one. The tip of the blade scrapped against the ground, the female continued walking. In the current state she was in, it was a miracle she was still alive. Many would find it hard to believe this young woman was the one the water relied on. The Demon Sword of Water, Anemone Silver Lockhart. The youngest sister of the Demon Swords of the Elements. However, something wasn't right about her. Something was off. It was as if, something had been taken from her...but what was beyond anyone's guess.

Anemone continued wandering until she got to the outskirts of the village of Draford. the black haired female lifted her head towards the village, her eyes appearing dead, inside of their usual lively, happy, caring light. 'O-Oh, may I can get some clean clothes from there...' She thought to herself. She wasn't really thinking straight at the moment. With the current form she was in, no one would have thought she would really be Anemone. She wasn't acting like herself nor in her true form but within one of her many human forms. She continued walking towards Draford, her feet still dragging on, her heels grinding against the dirt with each step.