snowy plains

     The clouds overhead became dark and stormy, a trace of lightning stretching through them. The lightning seemed to be a single bolt that was simply moving about from cloud to cloud, as though unsure where it wished to strike. A few seconds passed as it slithered about before it finally struck down upon the peak with little to no warning.

     As the flash from the lightning faded, a male could be standing where it had struck, a crimson sphere of stone in one hand, and a thick, leather-bound book in the other. He had a thin smile stretched across his lips and a friendly gleam to his eyes. He was dressed in clothing that did not seem at all fit for his location. Rather, it seemed he was more fit for working in a library or a kitchen with the clothing he had donned. A gentle breeze stirred his long, pink hair, his matching pink apron blowing with it.

     "Windy." Sullivan mused as he dropped his stone relic. He opened the grimoire to a page he had marked out. The writing that was scrawled across it appeared to be nothing more than clumsy symbols to the common eye. There were few who could even recognize these symbols, and fewer still who could read them. Those who could read it, however, were long since lost to this world.. Sullivan smirked to himself, considering himself lucky to know such a lost bit of information. He scanned the page quickly, trying to memorize the ritual he was about to undertake.

     He chuckled to himself as he snapped the book shut. He produced a sack from the front pocket of his apron and shoved the book inside. Sullivan dropped the sack into the snow next to him and then extended his open palm at the relic. "Some things just can't be lost, y'know? Come forth, Blue Earth."

     The relic began to crack after the words left Sullivan's lips. A bright light shined from the cracks as they were made. After a moment of continued cracking, the relic shattered completely, bits of shrapnel flying all about him. Sitting in the relic's place was a cluster of yellow crystals. Sullivan's smile broke into a grin as he reached down and touched it with trembling hands. There was a look resembling disbelief in his eyes as he closed his fingers around it and picked it up. As he straightened up, he observed the crystal carefully. The yellow color began to fade away, slowly becoming a light blue instead, as though it was being frostbitten.

     "Excellent." The man stated as he picked up his pack, placing his new found crystal into it. He blew a long, drawn out whistle as he smiled down at his pack, closing it and carefully placing it into the front pocket of the apron he was wearing. "Indignari." The clouds overheard let out a great rumble as electricity began to spark within them. The sparks converged into a spot overhead of the male and bolted down at him. As the flash from the lightning faded, the male was gone.