[ WP ] Tell a story about four friends , each of whom 's personality relates to a different element - Earth , Air , Fire and Water .

`` I wish for a world without war.'' 
 
 It was a trite, silly thing to say, but he could n't help but listen when that face spoke. 
 
 A wave of fire flashed into the air, brimming across the horizon. The ships bearing down across the darkening sky disappeared without a sound and a rain of ash floated towards the earth. 
 
 `` I am the bearer of Flame, Count Grecia of Sturmholt. Will you join my cause?'' 
 
 The earth trembled around him as he thought. It had been so long since anyone had approached his desert, so very long since anyone had thought to draw near. 
 
 He lay safely inside his golem of sand, watching a white robed woman cross into his domain from the hills. Waters trickled across the ashen grounds, drawing a black tide in her wake to suffocate the few monsters who had managed to land their ships. 
 
 She was powerful, the bearer of Waves, no doubt. Water and fire, both bearers working in tandem and here at his tiny domain so suddenly. 
 
 `` I do n't trust you.'' he allowed the golem to murmur in a sigh of shifting sands and grinding sands, `` Someone's sent you to kill me. I do n't want to be hurt. Go away.'' 
 
 Those eyes turned on him, seeming to bore through his golem's layers. He flinched within his shield, almost wishing to step away. 
 
 But this was his domain, the one place he dared to call home. 
 
 The Flame stepped closer, flames floating hypnotically in his wake. He felt the sand beneath the Count's sandled feet glass upon contact. He steadied himself, holding on to the sensation of earth. 
 
 `` Jura.'' the Count said. He froze. `` That was your name, was n't it? Before you became the bearer of Stone. Jura, the slaveknight of the Iron Crown?'' 
 
 `` Go away.'' his golem hissed with more confidence than he felt, `` I will hurt you if you hurt me.'' 
 
 `` Did it not hurt you to be imprisoned like a dog by your master? Did it not hurt to be used as a tool for war?'' 
 
 He flinched within his self-made tomb, breathing sand and rust. `` I... do n't want to fight.'' 
 
 Another wave of ships loomed in the sky. The Count allowed their presence for a moment, turning to watch the explosions as his companion acted to send tendrils of ashen water hurtling into the sky. 
 
 `` I want to stop all fighting.'' the Count told him, `` For you. For everyone. With my Flame, I have done much for this cause. With the aid of Waves, I have done even more. However-'' 
 
 Two bearers of elements, holding off an entire army together. Enemy troops pressing against his deadly desert almost daring to trickle in as he withdrew his senses to lie low in the safe embrace of the earth. 
 
 `` -I am opposed by the bearer of Winds.'' 
 
 He allowed his golem a hiss, `` Two bearers of elements can not overcome another together?'' 
 
 Was this some kind of threat? Some warning not to seek protection with the Wind? Like he needed to know it would be so easy for them to turn their combined power on him. 
 
 `` She has warped the element she bears with the aid of monstrous demons from the sky.'' the Count told him, `` Even as I speak the kingdoms are besieged and her monsters hurt and kill.'' 
 
 The Count smiled at him. 
 
 `` Jura, you who fled the Iron Crown in an attempt to save his own village, I have heard much about you.'' he continued, `` I have taken leave from my efforts to hold off the Winds because I believe that you are someone who still cares about those who can not fight for themselves.'' 
 
 He shivered. The golem lurched slightly around him as his control briefly fled, `` I failed. I could n't save them. I ca n't help you.'' 
 
 This was it. He braced himself, waiting for the fire which would melt his earth and the water which would loosen his control. 
 
 `` You have lost much.'' 
 
 The bearer of Waves spoke. Her voice was soft and thin and as she turned his golem could see the thick scar that ran along her throat. 
 
 `` I have lost much too. But the Count protects me and provides for me. The Count has given me something to believe in.'' 
 
 She walked past the Count, loose white robes flitting in the wind. She rested a slim, dark hand against the surface of his golem. 
 
 `` You can atone for your failure, like I have.'' she whispered. Her voice crackled unevenly, `` Do n't you feel the earth calling you to act? To protect those who still live?'' 
 
 `` Atonement...?'' 
 
 He had n't considered that before. Something in his heart leapt at the word, almost too eagerly. He looked to the bearer of Flame again and found himself transfixed. 
 
 It was some kind of hypnotism after all, he realized. There was a pattern in the way the flames danced that was etching the Count's words into his soul. 
 
 But he did n't care about that anymore. It felt so right. 
 
 `` I would like to atone.'' the golem's hiss hid his stutter. His thoughts churned inside him, making him tremble. `` I want...'' he could n't say it, ``... to atone.'' 
 
 The Count smiled again, deeper and sharper. 
 
 `` I will grant you atonement if you join my cause. By any means necessary.''
