I’m currently writing a fantasy story. since my computer is so bad and old I have to write it in my email and then save it as a draft. I dont know if I’m supposed to post it here, but oh well. i might as well. I have absolutley no idea how many pages it is, but I like it.
Chapter 1
 The ocean waters thrashed about far below the rocky outlook.
Dismal clouds pitched and pummeled about in the deep expase of the
sky. Across the treacherous stones ran a ragged young man, darting
across the jagged stones, fear overriding the pain shot up his leg.
  His clothing was tattered, blooming with blood in many places.
His short blonde hair was streaked with gore, open wounds pouring
forth the red liquid even more with each step he took. The only thing
holding him up was the long thin staff held in his hand. a brilliant
golden color it gave him the strength he needed to fulfill his
ambition.
 His pursuer calmly stalked him. His outfit composed of the night
itself writhing around his body like a group of snakes. His long dark
mane of  hair whipped in the wind. From his hand hung a long thin
blade, spattered with blood. Almost unaware of what he was doing he
followed the injured man until stopping abruptly. Â In a hollow, reedy
voice he called out.
 ” Gimac, give me the staff. By now you must realize that i have
destroyed the others. The creations of power you and your kind brought
into our world are not meant to be here. They are different and as
such ought to be destroyed. God has spoken to me, and I can truly see
what is meant to be done. Â If you give up now, I promise that i will
not destroy you with anything but the sorrowful ddownfall.”
 ” oh . . . so I see that you havn’t minded  . . . taking our
powers for yourself. According to you, you are an abomination. Using
. . . our very own powers to destroy us? What god uh  would command
that?” came the choked reply. Nearing the edge of the outook, the
gimac slowed down, saving his energy for the last spell he was about
to perform.
 Oblivious to his preys intentions the crazed murderer exploded
with rage, ” You understand NOTHING! My god has spoken, and told me
the true way! Your powers are used in the way of evil. I use thm in
the true way they are to be used. MY GOD HAS SPOKEN!!!!!” Swaying in
anger he followed, walking directly into the trap layed for him by the
gimac.
 Taking long harsh breaths the Gimac turned to face the killer. He
staff above his head and uttered one word.
 “No.”
 Plunging the staff into the solid stone blkue waves of power
begain to wash over the cliff. Like vines they wrapped around the
murderer, who screamed as though they burned.
 ” Pestlience! Evil!” he screached, flailing about as if he
thought he could break the chains. Taking a sorrowful look at him, the
Gimac turned to the Sea.
 Rising from the depths, water took on a new form. Tendrils of
water shot up from the surface, all weaving together to take the form
of a man.
 ” Ceros,” it said, gracefully moving towards the land as though to
comfort the injured Gimac. ” Why did you allow him to do this to you.
I know that I gave all the Gimac my powers so that they would not
allow this to happen to themselves, and now you are the only one?
Almost destroyed, and by the hands a of mortal?”
 ” Why . . . do you call them that? You know that we were all once
‘mortals’ too. I have always wondered why we deserved the powers. I’m
not like the others. They were corrupted by your powers. That is why
they are gone. I stayed true to the lessons you taught each and every
one of us. I kept from using my-your powers for my own personal gain.
I have seen the true beauty of this world like you said we ought to.”
 ” True, but at what cost? Those wounds have injured you far
beyond my repair, and with no others powerful enough to hea-”
 ” Please, Alorian, do not try to stop me. I have little time, for
you see, i will not attempt to heal myself. For 6 months I have
traveled, and in those 6 months I have found many who share my
beliefs. I have decided to transfer my power and energy away from
myself to them. Only this time, I will not make the same mistake that
was made by the generation of the Gimac. I will give my powers to
those who dont share my bel-”
 ” No! Ceros please! I warn you that power is fertile for only the
wise, all others have no reason to be he-” started Alorian, the watery
 figure, clearly distraught at the news Ceros was giving him , but to
no avail.
 ” Alorian, you have left me with no choice. To make you happy, I
will transfer to them only the powers left in my body. As a gesture of
my deep respect for you I will not give away all of it. Take the
staff. It is the only relic left. I wish for you to give it to the
three people you deem trustworthy. Do not ask why two. I have almost
no time left, but know that there are some  enchantments that have
been put into effect before i came here.” Ceros continued, the words
rolling off his tongue so quickly it was difficult for Alorian to
discern the depressing news.
 Turning for a third time Ceros looked upon the murderer, floating
in the air held up by the blue sparks. ” I’m sorry, but others need
this more than you do.”
 The words had barely left his mouth than the killer erupted in
screams. Thin bands of life mingling with power and energy left his
body, collecting in a large orb hovering in mid-air. Barely audible,
Ceros repeated ” I’m sorry” just as the body suspended in the air went
limp.
 Looking upon the sea, yet away from Alorian. Ceros willed himself
to walk to the edge of the outlook. whispering the sea itself he said,
” Bring these to those who need it most.” and then, guiltly, said ”
but give my people a little more oomph. Give them the wings they need
to fly, take them after my own creature, the dragonfly. Teach them, my
friend.”
 Relinquishing his own powers and life energy he too rose into the
air. Glimpsing Alorian, he saw that the man of the earth was
transforming into his weakest form, wind genty flowing around Ceros, a
tribute to Ceros.
 As the power gently flowed out from his body and into the sea, the
orb of power behind him exploded, sifting through the air into the
water. Ceros’s life ebbed away from him, gracefully leaving to a noble
cause. Ceros’s final word was almost lost in the beautiful tragedy.
Adressed to both Aloprian and the sea, the skys and the wind, all of
creation.
 ” Goodbye”
  Unbenownst to Alorian, or any other living person for that
matter, there was one other Gimac alive at the time. Â Rila, the very
last woman Gimac was stunned when her powers began to leave her. Her
own symbol, the spider, flew from her into the Sea. Using the fleeting
energy she had left she made sure that her mark would be known
whenever her powers were used.
  Into the Sea went every last power left in the world, except for
that in the staff. Â Moving elegantly and proficiently, the Sea
deposited the powers into the bodies of the mortals. Starting with
Ceros’s people, The Sea embalmed energy into the group. Several
muffled gasped were heard as four long, gossamer wings unfurled across
their backs, taken directly from Ceros’s animal, the Dragonfly. Their
skin turned a blissful tan color. Long hair unfurled from the heads, a
brilliant golden color.
  As the newly winged Troupe tested teir new abilities and took to
the skies. With only two reserves of magic left in it, the Sea washed
over the land. Taking from the reserves of the murderer ( and all that
he had taken from other Gimac) all the women and children were modeled
after the Sea itself. Their comexion turned to the palest white, hair
tinged with thinnest shade of blue. They all were immediatley soothed
from their daily anxieties and stress, a calm demeanor falling over
them.
  Finally, the Sea bestowed upon the men and their wivesthat were
not with Ceros’s Troupe. Taking the last of the power from Rila, The
men and women changed ramatically. Their eyes became much wider, and
their lips turned the deepest red imaginable. As their canines grew
larger and larger, their hair turned the blackest shade, straightening
as it turned. Their skin tone turned a pasty white, not beautifully
pale like the others, but a dark tinge, as though they had never had a
glimpse of the sun.
  As the years with powers went by, the three groups learned to hate
or fear each other. The group gifted with the powers of Rila now
called themselves The Horde of the Spider. The winged people wer the
reffered to as the Troupe of the Dragonfly. The only remaining group
preffered to be mentioned as The People of the Sea.
  Because only so much power was shared with all the people of the
realm, only so many powers could be used. Many Troupe members could
emanate light, some could solidify it and create illusions.
Occasionaly a Person would show up who could bend the water to his or
her will. Only one Horde member, however, was ever known to be able to
torture any who displeased him with nothing but a look of the eye.
Chapter 2
  As the people began to experiment with their power and abilities,
Alorian continued to scrupulously search the masses for someone worthy
enough to have the Staff. Impartial as to what group they were from,
he stayed in places for months at a time, observing and grading.
  Eventually he gave up. Desperate to fulfill Ceros’s dying wish
Alorian turned to the council of elementals. Being only a lowly water
elemental it took three months for his request to reach decision. Upon
the date Alorian was summoned he was a wreck. Wrought with worry he
went before the council.
  Zenithe, an elemental of stars, spoke first, hisbody composed of
miniscule twinkling lights, coexisting to create his body.
  ” It has come to our attention that you have been given a task by
a dying Gimac. The very last to die with his powers, correct?”
  ” Well, actually, he died as a mortal. He gave up his powers in
order to give them to the masses.”
  ” Ah, yes. he is the one who created such distinct groups. What
are they again? The Horde, The People, and the Troupe?” said Wolk in a
strained voice. Being a cloud elemental was a very difficult job,
especially when staying in a consistent form, and it was very hard for
him to work in the council.
  ” What was the job, Alorian?” Bian, the only fire elemental on
the council was also the only woman. she delighted in showing off her
difference and rarety by staying in a very constrained, small form,
almost a mouse made from immensley heated flames.
  ” I was to find three mortals worthy of holding his staff. He
didn’t tell me how it would work, but I suppose it is to be one froom
each group.”
  ” I see. I gather that you want our, and the rest of the
elementals help in finding these three mortals?” Bodane, the 1 earth
elemental said.
  “Granted. We shall send out word immediatley. all elementals
shall be searching night and day for these illusive mortals. We always
liked the Gimac.” said Zenithe.
