A long time ago, when magic was real and dragons flew through the air, when knights jousted and kings ruled, there existed many races. Humans, goblins, dragons, elves, dwarves, and many more. But there was one race that was shrouded in mystery, the Elementals. Beings made entirely of fire, water, earth, air, or any other sort of element. This story centers in upon one being. A metal elemental. His name was Morak.

Chapter 1

It all started in a small town named Desteray. It was a simple town. An inn, a pub, a few stores, houses, of course. A blacksmith, flour mill, and trade carts scattered here and there. The scenery was nice and simple. A forest to the side, grass all around, a chain of mountains in the distance, and a lake near by.

Now, the inhabitants of this town were not cruel. They were average. Mostly nice folk, with a few mean ones here and there. But enough of all that. Now the story begins.

In the pub, tables were scattered about. They were round, simple, baring no intricate designs on them. Four chairs were set at each. There was also the bar. Clean and simple wood. Behind it, set on a rack, were bottles of all kinds, holding the drinks. A man also stood behind it.

He was a burly man, with hairy, very muscular arms. His face was a bit pudgy, and had a grey mustache and beard. His eyes were a calm brown, as well as was his hair, which was of average length, well groomed. He wore a simple white apron over a green tunic and long pants. He continuously cleaned a beer glass, more just waiting for a customer than cleaning the glass.

In the pub was a buzz of noise. The clatter of glasses on the tables, of talking, of laughing. The place was almost full, men and a few women sitting in all the chairs and most of the bar stools, leaving only a few bar stools for newcomers.

The door suddenly opened. Most did not notice, but a few did and would cock an eyebrow at the person who entered. The person wore a cloak that covered his whole body, as well as a hood that shrouded the face. He walked in slowly, each step sending a resounding clunk of metal as he walked through the pub. He would sit down on a stool, it creaking under his weight. The barman walked over and stood before him. He would speak in a gruff, but warm, voice.