Reason I'm Called Element, Really.
Started Notes For This Just Before I Started Protag.
The thick mist covered the pine forest, it's white ghostly tendrils weaving their way through the branches. In a clearing near the centre there stand six people, three boys and three girls. Each wear a thin circlet on their left wrist. Of the girls, one is like woven vines, one is like a flowing river, one is like braided lightning. Of the boys, one is like twisted ice, one is like threads of fire, one is like twisted clouds.
These children are the Six Elements.