Ghostly figures were holding a conversation in the middle of an open green field surrounded by flowers of all types. Scents of roses and fragrances of others filled the air. The sky was clear and unusual birds were flying in the air. The birds were completely white, with blue small jewel eyes; light yellow sharp beaks shaped like a hook, knife-like delicate yellow talons, and wings of an angel. The birds could've been mistaken for doves, or even swans, except the fact that they were more graceful than they were. They were called Y'eri, meaning birds of peace and love. One of the figures kneeled and picked out a violet rose. The rose was called Pery, and it was very rare to be found. Perys were sacred to the planet Galevo, which was where this was. Galevo was a planet in the Spitu Galaxy that was now inhabited by a group of young people. They called themselves, the Warriors of Sie. The word Sie means light and wild. Sie was also the person that formed that group. He was the Eye of Prophecy. It was him who trained that young team who was at that time inexperienced and lack in many areas of arts of fighting. The planet Galevo was once full of Talians, the name of the people that lived there, and was also full of life, energy, and destiny. Everyone was happy there; no violence or fighting was ever introduced. And that, was the key to the downfall of their planet. A very evil man known to them as Exiv came and destroyed many of their homes, as well as their food supplies. They couldn't fight back since they've never established a defense system nor had any fighting experiences. He came and gone quickly, but not after causing chaos wherever he went. The people of Galevo were never the same after that. Some died during he was there, but much more died after he left. The Talians, crops were severely damaged and ruined, producing very little had little food and so, some died of starvation. Luckily, someone found a large field of crops that had not been discovered before. But, it was too late; tons of people were already dead. Fortunately, Sie was one of the few people that had survived and had learnt some magic and fighting skills. When he finally thought that it was time for him to pass down the knowledge of defense, he chose a group of young kids who's parents had either died in Exiv's attacks or from hunger, and taught them all he knew. He watched them grow from cold starving kids, to strong healthy teenagers they are today. One day, when they were out training, Master Sie as they call him, had a strange vision. Visions came to him in blurs more at night, than in daytime. This particular vision showed him scrolls after scrolls stacked inside a silver and gold chest. It also showed a tunnel of some sort.
"The tunnels of Jiw'n," he breathed out.
The tunnels of Jiw'n were thought to be a myth and made believe to the Talians. One said that it was full of unimaginable treasures and fortunes. Other says that it's full of restless spirits of the dead. Master Sie decided to follow his vision like he always do and try to find the tunnels. Noticing that the day was still young and his pupils would not return till much later, he went in search for answers. Relying only on his instincts, gut feelings and of course his vision, he found what no one had ever thought was possible. He found, the tunnels of Jiw'n. Master Sie entered the tunnels with extreme caution, fearing what he had uncovered would destroy his very existence. It became darker and light was running out once he was getting deeper and deeper into the heart of Jiw'n. There, at the end of the tunnel, was the very same silver and gold chest from his vision resting on top of a flat rock. He touched its lid, wondering what wood and metal and other materials were used in producing such a marvelous piece of art. Never in his entire 42 years of life did he encounter such beauty and uniqueness. Shaking himself out of awe, he opened the surprisingly light lid. Inside laid neither bones nor skeletons as he had been told when he was but a child. Instead, there were scrolls. The scrolls looked ancient and fragile. The brown haired man with gray streaks held one of the scrolls, opening it and revealing writings on it. The writings looked nothing like what he had ever seen, it looked... old. Mustering all the strength he could, he lifted the chest off of the rock and made way back to the outside. His pupils had ended their training early and were wondering where their master was. Spotting him, they rushed over asking hundreds and hundreds of questions concerning the chest. Master Sie took one particular scroll out and opened it. Somehow, he was able to read it this time.
"To who ever is reading this, you have for filled your destiny as Eye of Prophecy. Only you, the Eye of Prophecy, are able to read this. This is your destiny; you must accept it. I am, or was, the Eye of Prophecy before you and I've chose you, to pass down my powers to. Use them well and protect them at all cost. The fate of the world rests on your shoulders as well as your warriors. Good luck and may the power protect you, Heryi Olbin."
The eye shaped pendant began to glow. Master Sie reached down and touched it gently. In a flash, it rested comfortably around his neck. Other scrolls in silver, violet, blue, pink, yellow, red, green, and black lists some sort of power and weapons.
"Tyran, you will be the Red Element Warrior," Master Sie handed him a red scroll that instantly turned into a red palm size crystal in the shape of a fire. Tyran was a rather tall young boy with messy auburn color hair and blue eyes.
"Greg," a blue wand crystal appeared in the hands of a black haired and blue eyed boy, "Blue Warlock Warrior you will be."
The girl with a long mane of curly brown hair and green eyes was next. "Sagra, the powers of the Purple Witch Warrior are in your hands," purple staff crystal was hers.
Master Sie turned to Jarred, a dirty blond with brown eyes, "Green Hunter Warrior power is under your aegis. Handle it well." Crystal of green bow and arrow.
The Black Panther crystal appeared in the hands of Rena, sister of Jarred, "You are the Black Panther Warrior." Her brown hair blew around her.
"Neville, I am proud to bestow upon you, the powers of the Pink Element Warrior." The pink tear drop crystal floated above her hands. She looked at it with tears in her brilliant blue eyes.
"And Gwen," he smiled at the petite black haired girl, "you will be the Yellow Huntress Warrior." The last yellow twin dagger crystal flew to its owner.
"But Master Sie," Tyran spoke up in confusion, "what about that silver scroll over there?"
In the corner of the chest laid a silver elegant scroll. "Its destiny will not be determined by us. It chooses its own destiny."
The new patch of warriors was ready to fight whatever evil got in their way. In the next following years, they learned the price of being someone that got in the way of ambitious hunters and greedy merchants. They also learned to pull together as a family when their mentor and guardian, the Eye of Prophecy, Master Sie, died bravely in battle. The pendant shaped like an eye was placed in the chest. It awaits its next Eye of Prophecy to arrive. Exiv had also attacked, but retreated after a 4-month battle in which the Warriors had won. They knew that he would be back, stronger than ever too, and because they were aging more rapidly than Exiv, they decided to recruit new successors. That was what they were doing now. Waiting and waiting. They don't know when they will arrive, only the scrolls of destiny know. Suddenly, they all raised their heads and looked at the sky above. Y'eri flew over head, flying in every possible direction. Everything was still.
"It's time my brothers, my sisters," Tyran whispered, "It's time for the trials of destiny, worthiness, honor, and respect."
He smiled at them, eyes wishing them well. "May the trials choose the chosen ones."