Arson's Trail of Fire
The sky burned crimson as Arson stormed through the small neutral village.
His red skin glowed with heat, flickers of flame crackling along his fingertips as his pride and excitement fueled his powers.
The neutrals - ordinary people with no elemental powers scattered in fear as Arson unleashed bursts of fire onto their homes, the flames devouring wood and straw with ease.
The prince's fiery smirk was back, his pride swelling with every patch of land reduced to ash.
"This land now belongs to the Magma Tribe," Arson declared, his voice echoing like a thunderclap.
But behind him-
Sylvia's face twisted in horror.
Her green skin seemed to grow darker, almost blending with the vines still stuck to Arson's arm.
"STOP IT!" she shouted, tugging against the vine that refused to break.
Arson didn't glance back. "I am not in the mood to stop especially when I am going to add this village to my territory."
"They're innocents! Atleast spare them." she snapped, pointing at the terrified neutrals trying to flee the burning village.
"They're weak," Arson corrected. "If they're not part of a tribe, they're just taking up space."
His flames roared louder.
Sylvia's heart pounded. She had tried to regrow every patch of burnt land behind him, but now - people were the target.
She pushed past him, using her free hand to summon a flurry of sprouts and vines that grew over a collapsing roof, saving a small neutral family huddled beneath.
"Get out of here!" she told them.
Arson growled. "You're undoing my work again-"
"I'm saving lives," Sylvia snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the crackle of flames.
The two of them - fire and plant - clashed once more, not just in power but in ideals.
Meanwhile...
Glacius's Frozen Empire
On the other side of the planet, Glacius moved with the grace as he approached nearer to the aquatic residence.
The prince of the Ice Tribe marched on the seas with his every step freezing it, his cold gaze fixed on the neutral aquatic people who lived on water by building a small settlement over the sea.
The aquatic neutrals here were having an entire residence over the sea by having houses, huts which floated on water. They were the neutrals with fish like features.
There are two types of aquatic neutrals-one that built towns, villages in the middle of water, and the others being the ones who lived on islands.
They were easy targets.
Glacius raised his hand.
Without a word, a wave of frost rolled out from his palm, freezing the surface of the water instantly. The ice spread like a silent predator, swallowing boats, huts, and even the people who couldn't swim away fast enough.
The water became a glittering prison - frozen bodies trapped beneath the ice like ghastly trophies of Glacius's power.
A few aquatic neutrals broke free, gasping for air - but Glacius merely waved his hand again, sealing them under another layer of ice.
"These waters now belong to the Ice Tribe," he said softly, as though it was a simple fact.
But behind him-
Peggy was livid.
Her golden wings - still fused to Glacius's back - flared, glowing brighter as sparks of fairy magic scattered like stardust.
"You're freezing people alive!" she shouted."
"These creatures will be preserved," Glacius said calmly. "And they should be grateful about that."
"Grateful?" Peggy's voice cracked with disbelief. "They're not artifacts - they're living beings!"
Glacius tilted his head, his expression blank. "And now they are part of my territory."
Peggy fluttered her wings or at least, tried to but they remained stuck to him, and she stumbled forward awkwardly.
With her Fairy powers, she touched the ice summoning beams of light, thawing small pockets - enough to let a few of the trapped neutrals break free.
But Glacius refroze the patches within seconds.
"You're ruining my work again," he said, his voice a cold warning.
Peggy's eyes burned with fury. "I'm saving lives."
And just like Arson and Sylvia - it was more than an argument now.
It was a battle of principles.
_ _ _
The divide between the two sides grew sharper.
Arson vs. Sylvia: The prince of fire sees destruction as domination, claiming land by burning it clean. But the princess of nature sees the preservation of life as true strength, fighting back with every vine she can grow.
Glacius vs. Peggy: The prince of ice believes in freezing life in time, expanding his empire by preserving what he conquers. But the fairy princess of light refuses to let his power turn the living into mere statues.
Yet, despite their opposing views, each pair remains physically bound - vines and flames, frost and feathers - unable to separate from their enemies.
And the neutrals - the innocent bystanders in two different locations were caught in the crossfire.
The neutrals fled in all directions in both locations, trapped by the wildfires of Arson or the creeping ice of Glacius.
Their homes burned or froze, their lands were being claimed by forces they didn't belong to, and all they could do was run.
_ _ _
Arson marched forward, flames licking at his fingertips as he scorched a line of trees declaring the newly blackened land as Magma Tribe territory.
Sylvia, vines gritted her teeth. Every time he set something ablaze, her skin seemed to pulse with frustration, and more sprouts shot up from the ground, rebuilding what he destroyed.
"Stop this," Sylvia snapped, summoning a wave of thick vines to wrap around a burning tree and extinguish the flames. "This land doesn't belong to you!"
Arson sneered. "It belongs to whoever is strong enough to take it."
He waved his arm, and the lingering flames on his skin ignited the vines still stuck to him, causing them to crackle and smoke.
Sylvia winced but refused to let go, using her other hand to sprout even more vines that began creeping up Arson's shoulder.
Her voice sharpened. "All you do is destroy. You think that's strength?"
Arson's jaw clenched, and the flames on his body flared brighter. "And all you do is rebuild what's already lost - that's weakness."
Meanwhile...
On the other side, Glacius stood in the aquatic residence, his skin glimmering with frost.
With a flick of his hand, the ice beneath the sea thickened, trapping aquatic neutrals beneath a suffocating layer of frost.
Peggy, still awkwardly stuck to his back by her golden wing fused with static energy, was seething.
Her wings twitched furiously, flaring brighter with each frozen patch of water. "You think freezing people alive makes you a king?"
Glacius's voice remained calm, a biting contrast to the fury in hers. "I'm preserving them. They'll be a part of the Ice Empire-forever."
Peggy's eyes blazed. "You're not a preserver - you're a collector."
She thrust her hand forward, a beam of golden light piercing the ice, creating pockets of melted water for the neutrals to swim free.
Glacius, unfazed, refroze the water immediately.
His voice remained cold. "You undo my work with the recklessness of a child."
Peggy's wings sparked. "And you rule with the cruelty of a monster."
Despite their arguments, both pairs remained frustratingly attached to each other -
Arson's flames flickering against Sylvia's unyielding vines,
Glacius's frost clashing with the golden glow of Peggy's wings.
Their rivalry wasn't just fueling their battles - it was slowing them down.
Arson's attempts to burn more land were interrupted by Sylvia's relentless regrowth.
Glacius's efforts to freeze the seas were thwarted by Peggy's light undoing the damage.
But what made it worse was the physical awkwardness -
Sylvia's vines still tangled with Arson's arm, causing him to flinch every time she summoned new growth.
Peggy's wing stuck to Glacius's back, making every movement an uncomfortable, jolting mess.
It was less of a conquest and more of a chaotic race.