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The Seven Elementals

Part Two

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"An opportunist hides the truth and keeps the options for the achievement of the purpose"

- Ehsan Sehgal

The Seven Elementals

Part Two – The Wind

I. Awakening

He opened his eyes.

There was light, but no sun. There was sound, but no voice. There was air, cool and gentle, moving across his skin like a mother's hand.

Where am I?

He tried to sit, but he had no body. He tried to speak, but he had no sound come out. He was awareness, nothing more – a spark of consciousness floating in an endless blue.

Then the panic came.

Wait… Who am I?

He did not know. He knew nothing. Only that he existed, and that the air around him seemed to respond to his fear. A breeze stirred. Leaves trembled.

He looked down – or felt downward – and saw a world below. Forests. Rivers. Creatures moving through the green. And he felt something else: the wind. It was part of him. He was part of it.

I am the wind, he thought. But what does that mean?

For a long time, he simply drifted, learning. He discovered that when he willed it, the breeze became stronger. When he was calm, the air was still. He learned to push clouds, to carry seeds across valleys, to whistle through canyons. And with each discovery, he felt something he had never known before.

Freedom.

He was free.

II. The First Acts

He flew. He had no wings, no limits. He could go anywhere – above the highest mountain, across the widest ocean. And as he flew, he found that he could help.

In a forest, a group of ancient animals – great lumbering beasts with long necks – stretched toward a tall tree. Fruits hung high, just beyond their reach. They moaned with hunger.

The wind elemental did not think. He simply acted. A focused blade of air cut the branch, and the fruits tumbled down. The animals ate, and the wind elemental felt a warmth he did not understand.

But not all animals were gentle.

In another place, a pack of creatures had gone mad. Their eyes were red, their teeth bared. They attacked the smaller, weaker animals, tearing and killing without reason. The wind elemental watched in horror, then in anger.

He sliced through the attackers with razor winds. When more came, he summoned a typhoon – a spinning tower of air – and gathered the remaining mad creatures into its core. With a final push, he threw them far away, beyond the horizon.

The smaller animals survived. They looked to the sky, and though they could not see him, they felt the breeze that lingered. And they were grateful.

III. The Brothers

He was not alone.

One day, he felt others – presences like his own, but different. He followed the pull and found six beings standing on a grassy plain.

A creature of stone and soil, solid and slow. Earth.

A flowing form of pure water, shifting like a river. Water.

A dancing flame that never consumed itself. Fire.

A crackling energy that sparked and hummed. Lightning.

A radiance so bright it hurt to look upon. Light.

And a shadow so deep it seemed to drink the sunlight. Dark.

They looked at him, and he looked at them. No words were needed. They knew.

"Brother," said Earth, and the word felt right.

They told their origins. Water had been born in the depths of a pure lake, cold and still, until a ripple gave it thought. Fire had ignited in a forest blaze, born of destruction and heat. Lightning had sparked inside a thundercloud, racing across the sky until it became aware. Light had gathered in a shallow puddle – the water's surface bending the sun's rays to a single point, and from that point, consciousness bloomed. Dark had awakened in a cavern deep beneath the earth, where no light had ever touched.

Earth himself was born on a rocky land, where stone met sky and the ground trembled with life.

And Wind? He had opened his eyes in the open air, with nothing beneath him and everything above.

They came to a conclusion. The planet Terra was overflowing with life force – too much for the world to contain. That excess energy had fused with seven fundamental elements and given them consciousness. They were not gods. They were not spirits. They were the world's own children.

They declared themselves brothers. And they promised to stay together.

IV. The Long Years

They grew. They trained. They became one of the strongest forces any world had ever seen. And then a certain God appeared – the same God who would later offer them immortality.

He gave them a blessing and a condition, and the brothers accepted willingly, for they had never wished to harm.

Dark made the first discovery. He learned to open gates – portals to other realms. The others followed, each creating their own variation. For Wind, a twister that spun open a doorway to another dimension.

After many eons, they decided to part. Each brother wanted his own journey, his own discoveries. They made a promise: return to Terra at the appointed time. Share stories. Reunite.

And then they left.

V. The Corruption

Wind travelled to a forest world where the air was pure and sweet. For years, he wandered through ancient trees, breathing deeply, feeling truly alive. It was paradise.

Then the humans came.

They cut down the forests. They built factories. Smoke rose from iron chimneys, thick and black. The air turned sour. Wind tried to push the smoke away, but more always came. He could not clean it all. He could not escape it.

He travelled to another world. The same thing happened. And another. And another.

At the reunions, he complained. His voice grew sharper each time. "The humans are poisoning the air! I cannot breathe! I cannot be free!"

Earth and Water felt his pain. They had seen their own domains polluted – soil turned to dust, rivers choked with waste. But they were cool‑headed. They tried to calm him.

"The humans are young," Earth said. "They will learn."

"They never learn," Wind replied.

Only the divine realms were clean. He visited the gods, and they welcomed him. The air there was perfect – eternally fresh, eternally sweet. The gods gave him a gift: a jewel that could amplify his power without costing his immortality. He thanked them and kept it hidden.

He returned to mortal worlds. Again and again, the humans polluted. If a world had no humans, the air stayed clean. If humans existed, the skies turned grey.

His complaints grew darker. His heart grew heavier.

On one of his journeys, he stopped in the middle of a toxic haze and thought: I could kill them all. I could end this forever.

The thought scared him. My mind is going crazy, he realized. I am not myself.

He tried to calm down. He tried to think of his brothers, of the good they had done.

Then he sensed someone coming.

VI. Complete Darkness

Everything is black.

Not night. Not shadow. Complete absence. No light. No sound. No air.

He felt himself fading. Drowning in nothing.

And then –

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He opened his eyes.

There was light, but no sun. There was sound, but no voice. There was air, cool and gentle, moving across his skin like a mother's hand.

Where am I?

He tried to sit, but he had no body. He tried to speak, but he had no sound come out. He was awareness, nothing more – a spark of consciousness floating in an endless blue.

Wait… Who am I?

He did not know. He knew nothing. Only that he existed, and that the air around him seemed to respond to his fear. A breeze stirred. Leaves trembled.

He looked down – felt downward – and saw a world below. Forests. Rivers. Creatures moving through the green.

Who am I?

The wind whispered around him, waiting to be shaped.

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End of part 2

The Seven Elementals

Part One – The Corruption of Wind

"THE TRUST OF THE INNOCENT IS THE LIAR'S MOST USEFUL TOOL"

- STEPHEN KING

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Before the first human drew breath, before the first city cast its shadow, there were the Seven. Earth, Water, Fire, Lightning, Wind, Light, and Dark. They were brothers, born from the same cosmic breath, bound by love and purpose. For eons uncounted, they never fought, never drifted apart. Their harmony made the worlds calm and beautiful.

They used their powers for goodness. They trained to increase their strength, their stamina, their mastery. After ages beyond measure, they became so mighty that even the gods recognized their power.

Then one day, the high God appeared before them. He offered them a gift: immortality and the ability to travel to other realms and dimensions. There was only one condition – they must never use their full power, for that would bring catastrophic harm and would cost them their immortality.

The brothers were overjoyed. They had never wished to hurt anyone, and they had always held back. They accepted willingly, and God was pleased.

And so they lived. They saw worlds rise and fall. They travelled to countless realms – even the underworld, even a beautiful place they called Goldilocks. They did this again and again, until everything became a repetition.

Slowly, over the millennia, they began to drift. Not from anger, but from the natural desire for their own journeys. Each brother learned to create gates – variations of portals – to travel alone across dimensions. For centuries, for eons, they walked separate paths. But once every millennium, they returned to their home world, Terra, to reunite. They would share stories of their adventures, the treasures they found, and the wonders they had seen.

On Terra, the creatures worshipped them as deities. The elementals had to control every action, because even a moment of anger could unleash catastrophe. So they watched, and they waited, and they helped where they could.

In many worlds, they gave civilizations their first clean water, their first electricity. They guided ascending beings. They were kind. They were patient.

And the reunions repeated. Again. And Again. And Again.

Until one millennium, the wind elemental did not appear.

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Chapter One: The Missing Brother

The remaining six waited on Terra for years. Fear gnawed at them. Had Wind overused his strength and lost his immortality, fading into nothing? Had someone captured him? In many worlds, there were those who feared the elementals, and others who coveted their power.

Just before they were about to part ways and search the multiverse, Wind returned.

But he was not the same.

His form, once pale as a summer cloud, had turned dark and grey. A murky aura pulsed around him like a dying storm. His eyes were hollow.

The brothers surrounded him, asking questions. "What happened? Why do you look so gloomy? Why are you so different?"

Wind did not answer. The silence stretched, heavy as thunder.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a rasp of broken wind. "I have had enough. The one truth I learned from all my journeys… is that we cannot trust humans."

He told them of every world he had visited. In every one, humans polluted the air. They choked the skies with smoke and poison. The filth did not harm his immortal body, but it destroyed his mind. The polluted air corrupted his heart. He had become angrier, crazier. The only thing he wanted now was the destruction of mankind.

Earth and Water understood. They had felt pollution in their own domains – soil turned to dust, rivers choked with waste. But Earth and Water were cool‑headed. Wind was different. Wind loved freedom above all else. He could fly anywhere, touch the highest clouds, dance with the breeze. Pollution caged him. It stole his freedom. That was why his rage burned hotter than any of them could understand.

Then Wind revealed the true reason for his return. He had not come for the reunion. He had come to start the purge. To kill every human. And he would begin on Terra – his own home world.

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Chapter Two: The Attack

The brothers tried to comfort him. They surrounded him, asking questions, hoping to reach the brother they once knew. But it was too late.

Without warning, Wind attacked.

He unleashed razor‑sharp wind blades. One blade cut through Water. Because of his liquid nature, Water's physical body was unharmed, but his spirit and energy were damaged. Wind sucked all the air from the area, starving Fire of oxygen. Fire's flame guttered low; he was defenseless. A blade streaked toward Fire, but Earth raised a pillar of stone to block it. The attack was stopped.

But Wind did not relent. He surrounded himself with a hurricane, a typhoon, and sent razor winds in every direction – an area attack meant to destroy everything.

Earth created a massive dome around the most vulnerable elementals. Light was fast enough to dodge, but the attack was so wide that he would have to flee far away. Before that could happen, Dark stepped forward.

Dark unleashed his power – a wave of pure darkness that absorbed all of Wind's blades. The attack was cancelled completely.

But Dark was not the epicentre of absorption. All that damage transferred directly into him. He took terrible harm.

Wind saw that his brothers would not truly fight him. He did not want to waste his strength on them. He created a massive dust cloud and fled toward a nearby city to begin his purge.

The flying elementals rose into the sky to track him. But what they saw from above shook them to their core. It was not Wind attacking. It was humans – slaughtering other humans.

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Chapter Three: The Pact

In the past, during one of his journeys, Wind had encountered humans who lusted for supremacy. He made a pact with them. He gave them a portion of his wind powers – the ability to control air, to create blades and storms – and taught them to use it to its fullest. Those humans now fought each other to prove their superiority, unaware that Wind planned to kill them as well.

Wind had recruited many such humans as his minions. The other elementals panicked. Then Dark made a decision. He would face Wind personally. The other five – Earth, Water, Fire, Lightning, Light – would find trustworthy humans, people with the spirit to save others, and grant them their powers. They would create champions to fight Wind's army.

Dark became a dark fog and rose into the sky. He tracked Wind to a city that was already being torn apart by a massive hurricane. Wind was not acting in rage; this was a planned assault. His minions were striking across the world.

Dark engaged Wind defensively. Wind hurled hurricane after typhoon. Dark absorbed every attack, taking the damage onto himself. Even though Dark was the strongest, Wind did not panic. He knew Dark had limits.

Dark created tiny black holes and sent them into the storms. The black holes swallowed the wind, giving civilians time to flee.

Then Wind changed his phase. He switched to precision attacks – razor blades that sliced through skyscrapers, killing hundreds.

Then he did something terrible. He used the gate ability – the gift from God that allowed travel between realms – as a weapon. He opened two gates. One gate sucked air in, feeding a hurricane. The other gate released that air as a typhoon from the opposite side, creating a crushing, tearing force that destroyed everything in its path.

Dark had no choice. He wrapped all of Wind's attacks into a giant cocoon – a dark dome. The hurricane and typhoon tore at it, but Dark poured more and more energy into the dome. Finally, he managed to contain both Wind and his attacks inside the cocoon. The city was under alert, protected within the dark dome.

But Wind was not afraid. He was prepared. He knew Dark could not go all out – that would cost him his immortality. Wind, however, had a secret.

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Chapter Four: The Jewel

During a journey to the divine realm, Wind had found a treasure – a jewel. The jewel granted its user a 200% boost in output without risking immortality. If Wind used 50% of his base power, the jewel would raise it to 150%. That was safe; his limit before losing immortality was 60%.

Inside the dark cocoon, Wind waited. He knew that after two days of containment, Dark would be weakened.

Meanwhile, the other five elementals had found their human disciples. They granted them powers – but there was no time for training. The elementals themselves fought alongside their disciples, teaching them in the heat of battle.

The war lasted two days.

Wind's minions could all fly. Earth's disciples used barriers, pillars, and walls to block attacks, then struck back with sharp earth spikes.

Lightning's disciples were fast. They dodged everything, shot lightning from their bodies, and called natural lightning from the sky, striking down the flying minions.

Light's disciples could not move at true light speed, but they covered their bodies in light and moved as fast as they could perceive. They attacked with compressed light – intensely hot – like lasers.

Fire's disciples had a huge advantage. When a wind minion surrounded himself with a typhoon, a fire disciple unleashed fire into the hurricane, creating a fire tornado that cooked the minions from the inside.

Water's disciples stood upon the ocean. They used compressed water jets as bullets and lasers. Some created giant seawater hands that grabbed wind minions and dragged them deep into the ocean, drowning them.

Most of Wind's minions perished. Many disciples died, but the elementals themselves survived along with a few of their own champions.

After the battle, the five brothers went to help Dark. Even from far away, they saw it: a dark dome so massive it could swallow multiple cities. They knew it was Dark's work.

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Chapter Five: The Final Exchange

Inside the dome, two days had passed. Wind knew Dark was weakening. He broke the jewel, absorbed its power, and unleashed a 200% boost. He used 50% of his own power – dangerously close to his limit – which became a 150% attack. He aimed it directly at Dark.

The dark cocoon began to break. It swirled into a dark tornado. Dark knew he had no choice. He had to go all out. But he had only 50% of his power left.

Dark prayed to the same God who had granted them immortality. He offered all of his life force in exchange for being restored to full strength.

God heard him.

Dark felt a surge of power. He was at 100% again – but he knew this was a death sentence. He went all out. Dark mist covered the entire area. The sky turned pitch black. Half the world was swallowed by dark mist; the other half fell into night. For one moment, the whole world was dark.

The mist created a gravitational pull, dragging everything toward it. Dark realised he was causing as much damage as Wind. So he concentrated all his power into one point. He created tiny black holes, then opened a gate – the same kind used to travel realms – and connected every black hole to a single point. Darkness crept from all directions, swallowing Wind's blades and storms. The threat was neutralized.

But Wind was not finished. He pushed his output to 55% of base. With the jewel's boost, that became 165%. He unleashed it, cancelling Dark's dome and dark attack.

Then Dark changed his tactics. He understood now. Wind was not evil. The pollution had corrupted him. So instead of trying to destroy Wind, Dark used a different kind of absorption – not suppression, but cleansing. He reached into Wind's core and pulled out every trace of pollution that had infected him.

Wind thought Dark was trying to kill him. He mocked his brother. But Dark only absorbed the corruption.

Suddenly, Wind's eyes cleared. He saw the world as it truly was. And what he saw devastated him.

His brother, Dark, was turning into particles. Dying.

With eyes full fo relief Dark announced his final words, to forgive Wind and give him a chance to redeem. And with a final good bye Dark's presence vanished from the world.

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Epilogue: Redemption

The other five elementals flew to Dark's side. Wind could only watch, his heart shattered. He was the cause of all this destruction. He was the reason his brother was dying.

He stood in the centre of the apocalypse they had created – a broken dome, a scarred city, a world in shock. And he wept like a child. Then he broke down completely.

But from that very ashes, he rose again. With his newly cleared mind, he took a new resolve. As a new man.

He would protect the world that his brother had sacrificed himself to save.

Wind vowed to protect Terra – their home planet, the world for which Dark had given his immortal life.

End of Part One

This is the base for the 1st part. How is it and how can I improve it.

In the actual version this story will be a story that a grandma tells her grandson. So character details and in depth lines were off due to that reason.

If the fight scenes were reminiscent of JJK, I wrote it just after reading Gojo vs Sukuna again...... Sorry