You. A simple human. Or so thought. The elements gave the powers to the humans. After the war different worlds came together. You’re power, fire. You’re a part of the Red Liners. A group of creatures, humans, aliens, and other things, with the ability to use fire, telekinesis, healing, and super strength.

Presley. A prince from the Ice Lands universe. He was young but talented. His power. Cryokinetic powers. After the war he was sent to a training group. His parents, Queen Clair and King Arther, thought it would be best.

Everyone in the training group lived, trained, ate, and slept in the building. It was separated by floor. First floor, admin. The leader, assistants, and any staff. Second, Green Liners. Third, Blue Liners. Fourth, Red Liners. Fifth, Yellow Liners. And Sixth, Purple Liners.

You just finished training and were walking to the cafeteria. You hit shoulders with a kid. Not thinking much of it you say, “Watch it kid”. The kid was about to turn around a girl, his sister, stops him. You roll your eyes and head in. As you walk back to your room you see the boy, white hair that was pulled back into a bun, wearing black dress pants, a dark blue button up, and a light blue vest over it.

Presley: so. You seem to have no respect for royals.

When he looks up at you, you realize it’s the prince. Yet you scoff and walk away.

He had a light blue scar on the left side of his face going from his neck up to the side of his cheek. You had short orange hair. A black pair of sweat pants, and a red tank top.