“The fire speaks and the water sings, the earth weeps and the wind wails. It’s all a matter of if you listen. For Karlie, that’s what she was raised to do. Orphaned at birth and raised among priests and priestesses. They taught her the ways of the world and how you should live in it. But not survive.

After a war, after the bloody and brutal massacre that wiped out the one family she had, she was left alone. Left to stand alone against forces she soon learned who were of her own kind. She saw them coming, the elements had warned her but in her fear and ignorance she ignored their warning and went on with her peaceful ways. But her ignorance was her biggest mistake.

She fought a war with foreign magic. Magic, though she was raised to never use it she knew it was in her blood. She knew it was her only way to stand a chance against the evil that had infected her world. So she fought, and the more she fought the more she lost herself to the darkness that ran in her veins. Karlie’s past disappearing into a cloud of the ignorance that began it all. Except this time, fear of losing her power.

She gained countless abilities that rivaled those of the scourge that plagued her home, but at what cost? At the cost of her once beautiful connection she had with the earth. She earned quick reflexives only to lose her third eye. She didn’t even notice her loss. She was too consumed by her hate for hell spawn to realize she had become what she most despised. In the end, it was poetic justice. The girl stared out the window, looking out over the desolate ruins of a once great city. A city ravaged by her own kind. “That story, that is the story of my life.” She turned and spoke peacefully to the other girl. She had found her frightened and angry, lashing out against Karlie’s team.

“How could you be okay with what you have become?” The words were more as an insult when the girl spat them at her but Karlie was hardly affected. Somehow the power that coursed through her blood numbed her humanity. She wasn’t even opposed to it.

“I can be okay with it because I have nothing to return to. At least now, I can still fight for what I believe in without an encumbrance,” she smiled at the girl.

“So what? Why even tell me? You might as well just kill me now, you don’t have to prolong it,” the girl shouted at Karlie but once again it went right through her. She laughed and leaned back against the wall, waiting patiently for her to calm down.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Karlie explained.

“Then why tell me a story of how you are a cold-blooded killer?” The girl was hopelessly confused and it amused her.

“You remind me of myself, you have a fire that the rest of my team doesn’t. But you’re fire, it isn’t the type I have. Yours' is stronger, purer. And because of that, I want you to kill me.” Karlie smiled gently at the girl whose face fell in a shock you only saw when you received horrible news. She cared and that’s exactly why she had to be the one. The only one to defeat the spawn. The only one with humanity left.