(Took forever, but it’s finally done!<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110903">@Rainbow</a>)<br/><br/>The call had been sounded, and anyone who it was intended for would know what to do...or so he hoped. So long ago that anyone who had been involved originally had long since passed on, the elders had set up this call, a way to summon the guardians, those who held the powers in their possession. It was only to ever be used in an emergency situation, and from what James knew, that had only ever happened once before.<br/><br/>“Kilian! We must go!” The man said, sliding to a stop before his partner.<br/><br/>“I know.” Was the only response given.<br/><br/>They all knew of the powers, what they meant, and the responsibility that having one required. Nodding to Kilian, James, or rather, Swiftfoot, took off, not waiting for him. He would inform the others as to what had happened, all James had to worry about was answering the call.<br/><br/><br/>Far off, somewhere in Asia, a group of cloaked figures waited, hoods hiding their faces as they waited for their summons to be answered. Each wore a hooded cloak of a colour representing each of the powers, each standing as the master of that power, the original keepers, the ones who had chosen the current holders.<br/><br/>In the shielded base, hidden away from all uninvited eyes, they waited.