The wind has great influence over all that it touches. The grass, when touched by its embrace, turns to water. Waves ripple through mighty fields likes water moves amongst itself in great oceans. Inhabitants of this new, green ocean, although perhaps not fish, swim around in it with unmatched stealth and speed. Why is it, then, that the beauty of such plains go unnoticed by society? Why, when discovered, are they simply replaced by buildings? Is it for the same reason that the ocean is being polluted?

On that fateful day, however, the largest threat to that place was not humanity's carelessness. Four who were destined to arrive were slowly making their way to the seemingly endless fields of green. Both the grassy hills and the flat lowlands awaited their arrival, silently sending out their cries of fear. Even knowing that they were not purposely meant harm by these four, destiny could not play out without casualties.

It was thus anticipated that the harmonious green of the plains would be compromised by the battle that would ensue the meeting of the four stangers. How badly would it suffer?

__________________