My turn to update sorry I couldn't before but I can now so here it is! Btw 5heyra or I will be walling readers when it's been updated. New Orleans Erion's POV Gusts of wind hurtle through the air and whip at my face. Just the way I like it. It may sound crazy but the whistling, swooshing and even the pain from its cold tendrils is always calming. I walk by people covering their faces with tipped hats, pulled up coats or hats, or even inside out umbrellas, those are mostly tourists. You know the ones that actually say 'New Orleans' where as we just say N'Orleans. One man stands out from the crowd. Through the mobs of people bustling through the square, he sits. Staring at me. Hesitantly I walk over. "You don't mind the wind?" he asks, gesturing to encompass the whole area. "No, on the contrary I-" I am cut off by a cloth clamped on my mouth. "I already know." "Mm! Mmph!" I struggle and a strong blast of air blows in his face. Anger seethes in his ice-blue eyes. Next thing I know, I wake up in a large room. With three other people. Each with a scar or tattoo of some sort. I feel my shoulder and find I have one too. My name? Jeez all I can remember is one name: Cyclone.
Kai's POV I fluttered my eyes open to find myself in this huge room with two unconscious girls and a boy. I blinked to make sure I wasn't hallucinated as my head was throbbing in pain, but they were still there. I stretched out my arms and to my surprise, there was a mark on my arm. It was in the shape of a drop of rain. I looked at the other inhabitants of the room and they also had a mark on their arm. The girl to my right who looked Indian, had a mark of a flower on her arm whereas the girl to my left had the mark of a flame of fire. "um, hi," I said to the boy who was sitting across the room. "hey," he replied with a clear American accent. "So what's your name?" "I'm um Cyclone." Weird, but I guess that must be some kind of popular name in America. "I'm, I'm," My whole mind suddenly went blank and I suddenly blurted out "I'm Aquarius."