[center][h1][color=79CDCD]Jonah Kalrem[/color][/h1][/center]
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[i]Two months ago...
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The day was overcast. Dark, dreary, cold, but not going to rain. Jonah knew these clouds well. He'd been told that water in the air was too free for him to grasp without help from the Fire Chosen. He smiled, defying his feelings and the bleak day, just to try and convince himself that he was stronger than he actually was. It wasn't working. Mostly because his mentor and musical teacher had just died.

[color=79CDCD]"Something.... Everything is wrong."[/color]

Jonah stood in the cemetery alone today. He tried desperately to remember the good times he'd had with her, but the memories were fleeting, just like the happiness. The Water Chosen reached his hands out above, desperately trying to make it rain from the cloud. In vain, Jonah spent his magic energy trying to force the water to fall.

[color=79CDCD]"Please. I don't want to cry alone today."[/color]

After a few more minutes of wasted time and energy, Jonah decided to pull out his Viola.

[color=79CDCD]"I'm still working on that composition, Jane."[/color] He said to the grave. [color=79CDCD]"I think i'll play something else though... something I heard once in a dream."[/color]

The young man placed the bow on the strings and pulled, making a note just to get his bearings before he [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=la_b5AUmJMs]played[/url]. The song was slow and sad, a reflection of how the player felt. Helpless. Lost. Desperate. Jonah didn't know what to do. Fear and sadness overcame him despite the music. Music had always helped Jonah to feel better, but it wasn't working. 

Then came the second half. The notes picked up, and more instruments seemed to play despite there being only one. Although the viola part sounded simple and sad, the undertones created provided a dark and anxious theme. Feelings, other than sadness began to well up within Jonah- Frustration. Rage. Jane's death would not go unpunished, so long as Jonah could help it. He would find out who did it. And he would have them brought to justice.

And as suddenly as the other instruments began, the entire song stopped. It started raining.

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[color=79CDCD][i]Why did it have to be so damn hot today...[/i][/color] Jonah thought to himself. Thankfully it was an uneventful morning outside the walls. A very few minor undead had shown up, and were dispatched easily. The group collectively, and silently decided to sit down for awhile now. The Water Chosen had pulled out his half-written composition from his backpack and studied it, trying to decide where the music should go.

Before he could get a train of thought going however, an annoyingly upbeat woman spoke up. Ka'ora Ulric, the Lightning Chosen. She tried to break the ice and get everyone talking. Instead, Jonah simply turned back to his paper and kept studying it, before producing a pencil and adding in a few more notes, ignoring the woman and her familiar.