((We can begin now.
Elementals- you can make yourselves visible or invisible whenever you please. However, you must be somewhere near your element... which still doesn't limit you. Ex: The Fire Elemental could make a campfire and appear. Elementals can guide the teens if they choose, or they can misguide the teenagers. They are pretty much the controllers of where the teens go. Also for the Elementals- Elementals are immortal and invincible. And for the Sacred One- you can choose what your powers really are. Be sure to keep them secret, though. Maybe at the end of the RP, when (and if) the teens reach you, we'll see if we can guess!
And for the teens- you can start wherever you like.))
Chem ((pronounced 'Kem')) Lance looked up at the clock above her English teacher's desk. She usually liked and looked forward to English classes, but today was different. Today, after school, Chem was going to her secret place. Just thinking about it made Chem blush- it seemed so stupid to call an old, rusty shed a secret place. The clock ticked loudly, bringing Chem back to English class. Two minutes... one minute... and finally, the bell went off. She hurriedly grabbed her things and rushed to the door. She was almost there... just a few paces away... when there was a tap on her shoulder. Chem held a long sigh and turned around. Of course, it was her English teacher, Mr. Crouch.
"Yes?" Chem said, trying not to act as disappointed as she was. It didn't work.
"A bit anxious to get out, are you?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. Chem couldn't help returning a smile.
"You've figured me out", she said, once again not able refuse smiling.
"I see you've decided to rename English class to Clock class", Mr. Crouch said, his eyes still twinkling. Chem blushed... she had always been a teacher's pet and hated when teachers were witness to her daydreaming.
"Yes... I was going to... my friend's house", she said- adding the last part of her sentence quickly.
"Are you going to tell me where you're really going or will I have to guess?" Mr. Crouch replied. If there was someone, Chem thought, that was too smart to be legal, it was him.
"You'll have to guess", Chem replied with a smug look. She then took this cue to rush out of the room and run down the hall, nodding when Mr. Crouch bid her a good weekend.
By the time Chem got out of her high school building, the place was nearly deserted. People left fast on Friday afternoons, she pleasantly noted. She headed to the parking lot where her "baby" (really an old blue Sunbird) was parked. She took a moment to admire her great parking job and slipped into the driver's seat. She carefully pulled out of the parking lot and drove quickly (but not over the speed limit) home. After pulling into the driveway, she ran into her house, dumped her stuff on the kitchen table, and ran through the backdoor and into a field. The field really was beautiful, but Chem hadn't come to look at it. She headed towards her destination- a shed near the end of the field. As she reached the shed, something brushed her leg. She looked down and there was a tiny orange tabby. She picked it up and cuddled it- this was her secret pet, Cher. Chem carried Cher the rest of the way, careful not to jostle her. Finally, she dropped the cat down gently and carefully opened the shed door. The inside was decked in posters, calendars and dry erase boards. A few bean bags were on the floor. It was perfect. Chem looked around and spotted a chest of drawers in the corner of the shed. She opened the third drawer and took out an old book. Chem had found it while strolling in the fields. She hadn't opened it yet. She lifted the dusty cover and discovered the book was an album. She flipped through the pages, fascinated. On the very last page, there was a yellowing article. Chem's brow furrowed and she began to read. It mentioned the Elementals- Chem had never heard of them before. And in the very last paragraphs of the article, Chem read about what was called the "Sacred One". Just as she was finishing the article, the door of the shed began to creak open. Chem slammed the book closed and shoved it under and unused bean bag.
"Chem?" came her mother's voice from the other side of the door, "Dinner's ready."
Chem hadn't noticed how the time had flown. She quickly put the book back where it came from in her drawer and ran out to accompany her mother back to her house.