Resistance
By: Trix
E-mail: q-chan@juno.com
Category: Gen.
Part 1: Prologue

Warning: You must read this before reading the fan fic. Kiddies, this one isn't for you. This story is for more mature readers because of violence, blood, gore, promotion of alcohol, suggested rape(there's really nothing there...and it's a lot later on) very scary theories and Gary. Gary needs a warning all unto himself.

Prologue

Only children could have such innocent eyes. Eyes that held utter trust in the people around them, and the belief that their mother's kisses could still any pain. Surely such innocence would hold the Gift? The blessed, Goddess given Gift to Bond?
A blessed, Goddess given Gift that they had twisted to benefit their cause.
Jeremy Orville watched the Head of Council bend over the next child, a small girl that looked close to tears. The current Head was old and frail, and would pass on soon. But he could still detect the Gift with almost frightening accuracy. Orville held his breath as the Head gripped the girl's face in his thin, strong fingers, spotted with age, but let it go in a long, silent sigh when he shook his head and moved on.
"Isn't this completely pointless?" he muttered to the nearest Council man, who shushed him softly. He shrugged and continued to watch the Head.
"No" the breathed, his dark eyes widening, gripping the young boy's face to the point that his large brown eyes were beginning to tear. "Noit can't be"
"What is it?" Orville asked harshly, striding forward.
The Head turned to him. "His potential is unbelievable. Much stronger than the others, even the boy."
Orville looked over to what they had thought to be the strongest candidate, a kid with spikey brown hair lying unconscious in his mother's arms after they had opened his mind and heart to his own potential, the Fire element. "Really. What element?"
"Lightening."
"Well?" Orville knew it wasn't his place to use harsh words against the Head, but the old man was getting senile in his years, and sometimes it was necessary. "What are you waiting for? Open him."
"I" the Head faltered. "It would be best if I didn't"
His patience had worn to the breaking point. "Fine, old man. If you won't open him up, move aside and I will."
The Head of Council nodded, and looked into the eyes of the child, who whimpered in fear and pain.
How can we bring it upon ourselves to corrupt their innocence? Yet, we've been doing it for hundredsnoour years number more than that. But it is our duty, if we wish for the peace that we hold so dear.
He sent a surge of his soul into the raven haired boy, watching his eyes glow with the sheer power he had unleashed in him.
And yet, I feel that as I take away this boy's restraints, and open him up to his true potential, that I'm allowing the very thing this boy has been born to protect will fall into jeopardy upon his Awakening
"Welcome, young Ash," he whispered, withdrawing his soul from the boy and watching him collapse into the waiting arms of his mother. "To the League of Masters."