Four armoured men stood in the entrance hall of a dark castle.

One had shoulder-length pale blue hair, and aquamarine eyes. The crest on his shield was that of a teardrop, in blue.

Another bore a shock of messy-looking, bright red-orange hair, which was short. His crimson eyes seemed to burn. His crest was that of a phoenix, in red and gold.

Yet another had waist-length chestnut hair, and dark green eyes. The crest he wore was of an oak tree, in brown and green.

The final knight stood with his short white hair and his eyes a deep grey, like that of stormy skies. His crest was a white dove, surrounded by grey.

"Willst thou take up the challenge, Sir Ceri?" The blue-haired knight asked.
"I fear that I must, Gair." The knight with the dove's crest answered.
"Well... You should make good of your experience advantage." Came the advice of the sombre-faced, long-haired knight.
"Aye, and you should hurry up about it." The crimson-eyed knight flared.
"Rubius, don't be so impatient." Ceri scolded the fire knight.
"Oh, to hell with you!" Came the reply.
"I wouldn't throw things like that around, if I were you." The earth knight told him.
"Methinks 'twould be wise to step away from this argument, Sir Matthew." Archaic Gair suggested.
"I think you may be right. Rubius' temper tends to flare easily." Ever-serious Matthew agreed.

A tall, thin woman with floor length silver hair and strange orange eyes approached them. "Gentlemen, have thee made thine decisions?"

"We have, Lady Anya." Gair replied with a bow.
"And what is your decision, Sir Gair?" She asked.
"I shalt take up thine challenge, Lady." Ceri said, stepping forward and bowing.Lady Anya curtsied lightly. "If you would be so kind as to follow me, Sir Ceri?" She asked, holding out a slim hand. The air knight Ceri took her hand, bowing again as she led him from that place.