Chapter 1 – Unexpected part 1

Prologue.

Once upon a time in the golden age of the Prosperous World where the impossible became possible, until a disaster turned the future of humanity into chaos. The excessive greed of three scientists and other ambitious people, longed to control the natural elements; to be Gods, a power as immense as moving mountains, splitting oceans, manipulating the sky and breathing even the very lava.

There was a small flask containing a thick liquid of strange appearance that combined the elements of water, air, earth and fire. It glowed in all colors giving the impression that it changed its appearance every second; a sip of that liquid would provide any living being with such elemental abilities, the flask was seen as the most powerful and desired trophy in life, kept in a subway laboratory.

This laboratory is located in the city of Torren in the country of Finare, also known as the Kingdom of Stone. Without valuable natural resources, yet inhabited with a moderate technological life, it is a place far from advanced cities.

Few knew of the existence of the secret laboratory, only a few financed the Armageddon project. A plan that consisted of dominating the world with unparalleled power.

Three years ago, one of the three scientists managed to manipulate the element of water, using himself as his own test subject. He eventually floated multiple drops of water, moved the liquid quickly or slowly, shaped it and lifted objects such as holding an inverted glass of water. He moved no more than a liter, yet he marveled at his prowess.

Three years later, the scientist, in alliance with two colleagues, two politicians and a representative of the SOC (Special Operations Center). The six joined forces to realize their ambitions; the Armageddon project was almost complete. The last phase was to initiate The Mighty Six. How realistic was the last step? Who of those involved would be the first to become?

At that instant in history the bright, colorful and desirable little vial was a disputed object. Subway laboratory well guarded by cameras, captured the brief celebration of the three scientists; however, the SOC representative and the two politicians aware of everything, within minutes boarded a private jet, from their respective countries traveled to the laboratory. The race for power began.

Fifteen minutes later. A sudden beeping sound stunned everyone from the lab and the entire city, triggering continuous minor tremors; in the secret subway, a huge white light was born, engulfing the city in seconds. Many terrified residents, blinded by the intense light said goodbye to their lives.

Seconds later... The light dissipated among the untouched city, even more confused residents wondered. What just happened?

Local authorities immediately investigated. After four long days of investigation, they found a mysterious laboratory in a strange condition: to find out what happened was not possible, it is an incomplete puzzle.

Two months after the event of The non-deadly Light. That's what the residents called it.

Several extraordinary news items were reported. The eyes of the Prosperous World set on Torren, on that distant city. The Stone Kingdom that had no attraction in mineral resources, just gained a fascinating one: the power of natural elements, the inhabitants developed powers over time. Fortunately, not to destructive levels. The mysterious light did more than just stun and glow.

One hundred and five years later, in the present day.

Most Torren residents developed genetic alterations more evident in the grandchildren, hence a distinctive eye color that at birth represents a natural element. They have a shiny satin look; blue symbolizes Water, green the Air element, brown represents Earth and red is Fire.

Those beings with these abilities are named Torrenders known as such in the Prosperous World. The name is the combination of words: TOP in selective evolution, originating from TORREN and living beings with PODER. They possess physical alterations of superior agility and weather resistance. Growing up, they receive training from a young age and graduate from the Torrenders school when they reach the age of majority.

However, the terror emerged recently... after so many years of not showing their faces, they became noticeable. They can be mistaken for rocks, with unparalleled power, a darkness that has a name, they call themselves The Rocs Dark: they are humanoids of rustic appearance, two meters high, potentates of brute force, is a new species of unknown origin.

Chapter 1.

August 26, 2221.

Place; Country of Trararus.

Time; 8:46 am.

Buzzing the sound of propellers, a helicopter travels to the Central Country to an important meeting at the SOC Main Building, at this time the aircraft flies over the neighboring country called Trararus.

"How much longer?" asks Ciro Taniko from the co-pilot's seat. A young man in his mid-twenties, white complexion, one meter eighty-two tall, somewhat short haircut, bright satin eyes-blues. He wears a short-sleeved shirt with blue and white diagonal lines, blue jean pants, white sneakers, a blue cape and sunglasses. He tends to be carefree, the youngest son of seven siblings. The Taniko family is prestigious and wealthy.

"A few minutes, Mr. Taniko," replies ZN41F in a robotic voice, an android with grayish limbs. The serial ZN41F; in the first letter indicates that they are last generation androids, they are expensive, among its abilities it can handle helicopters.

"Perfect," Ciro answers.

Ten minutes later.

Location; Central Country, Ken District, SOC Main Building.

A last minute meeting with the political leaders of the Prosperous World was arranged on the twentieth floor of the building.

In the Conference Room the eight Leaders are seated around the round table, plus the SOC General Director, and the SOC Lieutenant witnesses the private meeting standing.

"This is unheard of," says Mateo Reyes a little nervously. He is Finare's president, white complexion, short gray hair, black eyes, recently turned fifty years old. He has been president for many years, this is his second term.

"Plans don't always go to the letter, what can we do," says Matias Sarit, appearing calm. Newly elected President of the Central Country, a young man of twenty-six years old, white complexion, black eyes, brown hair; semi-long with a careless hairstyle.