Viola eyes fell upon the most marvellous creation she’d ever seen. Before her was a shrine which was bathed in shining red light. It seemed to be in bad condition as it’s four corner supporting pillars were crumbling away at every second. The door was a piece of broken wooden which was charred and obviously burnt. Above the entrance was a shining metallic plaque which was written in a different language then what Viola was used to.

Viola’s feet finally regained feeling and she took brisk steps towards the shrine. To her surprise at every step the shrine seemed to repair itself. Within a dozen steps it looked brand new. The supporting columns were bathed in a brilliant cover of pure white plaster and the door was made of a strong oak which once again shone with a perfect layer of varnish. Viola was more confused than ever but in the storm which poured down around her she was desperate for shelter and ran into the shrine slamming the door behind her.

Inside the shrine was similar to some the churches she’d been taken advantage of within. Memories poured back to her and she fell to the floor crying and pounded the floor angrily.

“Why me?!” She cried out to the empty shrine. Rows of wooden benches faced a cloth covered altar at the back and large glass windows decorated with images of a young girl fending off creatures of darkness glowing from their design. Footsteps could be heard echoing off the silent walls and Viola hastily rushed to her feet and clutched the orb close.

“Because you are the chosen one. You are the one chosen to be blessed with magik. Magik is a substance which can bend the fabrics of time and space and form elements of which humans feel were put here by some almighty being. They’d be wrong.” Came an old man’s voice from the altar and Viola fixed her eyes upon him suspiciously as questions buzzed around her young mind. “Everything you see here today was indeed created but not by an almighty beings. Everything that you have ever seen was created by elementalists who can control the elements and have the power of magik. You are one of those elementalists…or at least the successor of her power.” The old man continued as his footsteps echoed once more as he stepped towards the trembling Viola.

“I can’t control the elements. I’m just an abused girl who is lost!” Viola argued but the old man simply shook his head.

“That may be true but you found the orb did you not? That orb can only be found by elementalists and the colour it glows is the element you are most in tune with.” The old man spoke with wisdom and stepped before Viola now looking into her eyes. “You may have also noticed you are protected from the darkness. It is up to you to find the source of the darkness and destroy it.” The old man finished before vanishing into smoke. Viola gazed at where he stood and just collapsed to her knees as questions pounded in her mind.

“Why me?” She asked again but this time there was no answer.