Well it's not the final one, Lucy, but post it and others can add on. This can be before or after the other ones, and I posted one too on the Power RP. We can all choose the one we want in the end. 

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~Catastrophe

Catastrophe paced in his small room, in his small house, in his tiny yard, in the big city of Kyndomopolis. All he wanted to be different. To do something with his life. He didn't want to be a miner like his brother, or a builder like his dad. He didn't want to be a clothing maker like his mother or a jeweler like his two sisters. He wanted to rule. They say there were legends in the world, legends who created the earth, animals, and humans. Legends who control all wind, earth, water, life, senses, fire, and greed. He wanted a power like that. He wanted a power that would let him rule all humans. To rule Kyndomopolis. Would the legends give him that sort of power? It was worth a shot.

Catastrophe walked all the way to the dark forests, where the all powerful Dragon was rumored to live. They said she was the leader of the legends, or at least the one with the most power. She controled two things, fire...and all feelings dark. Her most famous, greed. He traveled deep into the tall trees, with a large supply of clean water and dried meat. Days passed with no luck...and he was soon out of supplies. He leaned against a tree, the cool moss soaking up his sweat. He closed his eyes to the hot sun, and was soon fast asleep. He woke to something warm and rough rubbing against his cheek. He mumbled a protest, but the rubbing continued and he blinked open his eyes. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin. Right in front of him was a white wolf, her eyes icy blue. She licked him again, and he sputtered in protest. "You're awake," she spoke in almost a motherlike tone. "What is your name, little one?"

"I'm, I'm, Catastrophe, ma'am." His parents always taught him to show respect to all animals. "What, what should I call you?"

"Froststone," she whispered. "Interesting name for one so small. You must be hungry, you are far from your human city."

"Thank you," was all he could say as she pushed him onto her back and carried him to a stream a few miles away. He drank happily, eating some fresh deer in between gulps. When he was done, he told Froststone why he was here. "Dragon doesn't live here," she awnsered quietly. "No one knows where she lives. Or the others. But this is her favorite place to hunt, and I can show you the place.

Froststone led the way. On their way there she promised to look after him like a mother. They also met an orphaned wolf pup, Amber, a beautiful carmle steet, which was happy to join and give Catasrophe a ride. They called her Misilaniuse. They also met a black panther, who happened to rescue Amber from black quicksand. His name was Midnnight. He also resued a cobra by the name of Poison, and a crow trapped in a sapling. The crow's name was Obsidain. Midnnight also got in a fight with a badger named Stripes. He accompanied them on their journey just because he needed to prove to Midnnight that he was quicker than him. One day, deep in the forest, they came upon a bird. A strangely large bird with beautiful gray and black, feathered wings. But he wasnt a normal bird, oh no. He had a second half, that was a beautiful furred golden color. The animals instantly reconized him, and bowed. Catastrophe bowed too, without question. The Gryphon growled in their direction, heaving himself up so he towered over the tallest trees. "What are you doing in my territory?" he growled in a voice that seemed to ricashay back from mountains miles away. "We didn't mean to bother you, we were just looking for Dragon," Froststone answered calmly, not daring to look up.

"Just passing through? Well this will teach you to mess with any being more powerful then you." He spread his wings and blew a storm around them, knocking them into the air. They were all unconscious within seconds.

Catastrophe woke alone. He shivered from the cold. Then his eyes flew open as he realized what just happened. He was alone in the trees, and his ears were still ringing. He looked around. "Froststone!" he called. No answer. "Amber? Misilaniuse?" Still no answers. "Midnnight! Jaaws! Obsidian! Striippeess!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He felt alone, scared, helpless. Then he heard another call. "Amber!" He gasped in relief. 

He followed the noise till he found Amber, smilling in relief. Soon they had found everyone unharmed. Everyone but Froststone. They called her name throughout the forest, backtracking and circling around. No luck. Then, a few hours later, he heard a faint call. They ran towards the voice, Catastrophe in lead, untill they broke out into a clearing, or more like part of the forest where the trees had all been ripped to the ground. And crushed under one tree was Froststone. "No!" he gasped in disbelief. "No!"

"Catastrophe," she whispered. "You came."

"We, we can get you out," he was scared, he would admit it. "Come on!"

"It's too late," Froststone gasped.

"Who did this to you?" he managed to ask through tears as he clutched her fur next to his face.

"The Gryphon........."

That's who attacked them. One of the legends. "Froststone?" he asked, the rage growling inside of him. "I'm going to stop this. Your death," he chocked on the word, "won't be wasted. I'll get some revenge for, for you."

"Live up to your name, Catastrophe. I will always love you, even if you fail to revenge me. Don't waist your life revenging mine. Do..,what....you....want....to....do....live....to.....your.....dream."

"No, Froststone, no. I...I will avenge you. I will kill Gryphon."

Froststone breathed out for the last time and he broke out in sobs, pressing her still warm fur to his cheek. He will get revenge and rule all of Kyndom...if it was the last thing he ever did.

On his way back to Kyndomopolis, at the edge of the forest, he stood to breathe the wind in. Froststone was with him, always will be. As a spirit. Fueling his flame of revenge. He opened his eyes as a sudden yell of fear shook him to his spine. Flying towards Kyndomopolis was Dragon, one of the six legends. Was she here to help? But as he watched helplessly, a plume of black fire erupted from Dragon's mouth, licking the many buildings of his home. He watched, dumbfounded, as she destroyed his home, one of the many small cities of his kind in Kyngdom. When it was over, and Dragon gave a trumpeting roar of accomplishment, he knew, deep inside that there were no survivors. He was the last remaining representitive of Kyndomopolis. His famly was dead, his friends, the strangers he passed on the steets, dead. They were all dead. He closed his eyes in a helpless way. When he opened his eyes, he felt like two different people, the old Catastrophe, and the new one. His originally brown eyes sparkled, one the same...and one blue. He could feel the spirits of his family and friends gathering inside him. Guiding him. Of all the anger towards the legends, the most was gathering within him from the spirits of the ones to face the consequence, death. His originally brown hair was slowly turning blond, like Froststone's fur. And his cheeks were getting a new color to them, red like his rage within. He was Catastrophe. And he would rule all of Kyngdom. 

Then when he was in a village off the coast of Kyndomopolis, he ran into a gang and thats where your story comes in! I hope you like... 

Also his freinds are the to be guardains of the Powers, and Cealani is killed first for the very reason in this story.  

Hey, guys, I'm going to have to post as Jaaws for now to get everything situated and concreted (you know, lay down what she's like and stuff) so if you feel the urge to post as Jaaws, please do so after I post a few times. I don't have time to write for long right now, but I most likely will later.

~Claaws 

Lunee was the first to come home.

Then Sylvia.

Claaws grummbled as she weighted fir Eico to come back and yell at her for doing nothing.

But when he finally came back, he had a different matter to descuss. 

"Humans," he grummbled. 

"Humans and all their gagots and whats-its. They may as well make their own of us."

Cealani turned away from the Clawed Serpaint, laying down with a grunt and resting his head on his talons. Ayearth poked his head out from the river, his tail waving in and out of the water in anouyance. Lunee stayed on her rock, turning her head to glare at them. Claaws impacently looked up at the Clawed Serpaint, not daring to move for fright of yelling at her. Sylvia trodded up to Eico and asked in a sweet voice, "whats wronge?"

"humans. They destroyed my land. They built on it. They turned the soft dirt to, to Concreet!"

Claaws got up and walked away from the enraged Eico, only to get yelled at. Again. "What are YOU doing, walking away from ME like you have nothing to worry about?! You made this happen to me, Dragon! You and...and your darkness! Making humans do terible things to get revenge on me! How, you! Uggg!"

Claaws answered coolly. "If I could control my power, I wouldn't have to sit in a dark cave all day, now would I?" 

Eico gaped with an open mouth for a second, before turning away and mummbling something Claaws couldn't pick up.

Claaws turned to nudge Cealani, whispering. "Human skum. Never liked them. We will get rid of them."

she turned to the others. "What if we got rid of them?"

Lunee snarled, shaking her head. "No living being deserves treatment like that."

No. No they dont. Maybe someday.

Maybe someday they will. 

Here is why Catastrophe is evil!

~Catastrophe~

"Mother! Mother!" Bow and arrow in hand, I leaped over the leaves and bushes to where she lay. "What happened?"

"Power…Attacked. Great big Power. Claaws." My mother shuddered. She lay, sprawled out on the dirt, dark red blood gushing from her leg. Her brown hair was tangled and dirty, and her voice extremely weak. "Got…Bitten…"

"Mother, it'll be okay. You'll survive." I placed my hand on her shoulder, kneeling over her. "I'll get some bandages…"

"No… Hope. Animal too powerful." My mother managed to get out, her voice tight with pain.

I gasped. "You're not going to… Die!!!" My eyes widened with horror. "No!"

"Catastrophe, be strong. I am sorry."

"No. No! Mother, you must survive!"

"Goodbye, my dear son." Mother's eyes closed and her body went limp.

Birds chirped and the wind blew lazily. The trees swayed, and the sky was blue. Chipmunks chattered happily up in the trees above me.

I saw or heard none of it.

Mother was gone!

"No!" I cried, my wail echoing through the air. "Come back!" Still kneeling over her body, I shook her shoulder back and forth. No response.

Curse those Powers. Curse that Claaws.

They killed my mother!

I would never hear her laugh again. Never see her eyes light up with pride when I brought back a good kill from my hunting. I would never again hear her soft voice, telling me she loved me.

"Claaws, I am coming for you!" I shouted in my grief. The world seemed to stop spinning. My heart seemed to stop beating. The air around me stilled, as if my agony alone made it freeze. Emotions swirled around me. Mourning. Sadness. Anger. Hatred.

"I will avenge her death! This is all your fault!"

And as you can see, the mourning, angry boy went too far in his thirst for revenge. He started an army, and quested for the end of the Powers. His heart turned black, and his mind turned evil. All out of grief for his deceased mother. He also may have started the Brazen Inquiry Guild…

~Catastrophe

The boy crouched down, quicky scanning the room. After sliding down into the hole, he had landed in some sort of chamber. All that remained of the crevice was a speck of light high above. Seen from here, he was surprised he had ever fit through it. He turned again, studying the room. Strange shining lights shed a dim glow that barely illuminated the rock walls. The corners were draped in darkness though. And so was a strange dark patch directly in front of him. He squinted at it, trying to see through the... Then it hit him. It was a doorway. A doorway that seemed to have no lighting at all. He slowly stood up, still staring at the door. That darkness... It seemed unreal almost, as if it was a living thing that pulsed with malicious energy. He stepped forward, then took another step. It was unsettling, that darkness. It seemed solid yet flowing, almost like he could touch it if he tried. He took another step, then shuddered and turned back. Why had he ever decided to come here?

"BeCaUsE yOu WeRe InTeReStEd," a voice spoke in his head. "BEcAuSe YoU wAnTeD tO kNoW wHaT wAs DoWn HeRe. BeCaUsE yOu ReAlIzEd ThE pOwEr. YoU ReAlIzEd ThE pOtEnTiAl InSiDe Of YoU.

"The boy stopped. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I aM tHe DaRkNeSs, I aM tHe PoWeR, I AM ALL THERE IS!" The voice radiated out, echoing through the room. The boy turned and strode towards the doorway again. The darkness parted in front of him, leaving a clear path forward. Inside, a wall of black sealed the room, cutting off all light, yet allowing him to see the mound of infinite gloom that lay curled in a heap. Slowly it raised its head and stared at the boy.         

"FiNaLlY, yOu ArE hErE! oH, dO nOt Be SuRpRiSeD lItTlE hErO. i HaVe AlWaYs KnOwN tHiS dAy WoUlD cOmE. YOU hAvE kNoWn ThIs ToO! DeEp In YoUr HeArT, yOu HaVe AlWaYs SuSpEcTed ThAt YoU wErE mEaNt FoR gReAtEr ThInGs."                 

 Jaaws paused and smiled at the boy.                                                       

"Do NoT tRy To DeNy It, I kNoW EVERYTHING! YeS, yOuNg KiNg, I kNoW wHo YoU wIlL bE, aNd I kNoW wHaT yOu WiLl Do. YeT wItHoUt Me, YoU wIlL dO NOTHING! I aM tHe KEY tO yOuR sUcCeSs!                                                                            

Long tendrils of shadow started to snake towards the boy, writhing in a circle around him. Jaaws grinned even wider, his features melding into the darkness.

"Oh, YoU mIgHt NoT rEaLiZe It, BuT sOmEdAy YoU mIgHt CoMe To ThAnK mE fOr ThIs!

The spears of darkness closed in, twisting around the boy's arms and legs. He tried to push them away, getting more frantic as they tightened in a hard grip. "Wha-What are you doing to me? What is this?" Jaaws was barely visible now, his outline becoming blurred and indistinct.

"THIS iS yOuR DESTINY, fUtUrE dEsTrOyEr Of PoWeRs. Do NoT wOrRy, ThE pAiN wIlL sOoN pAsS. AnD THEN! THEN i WiLl Be UNLEASHED! AnD YOU wIlL hAvE fReEd Me. YoUr ReWaRdS wIlL bE gReAt, LiTtLe OnE. NoW sLeEp, AnD dReAm Of PoWer!"

The lances overwhelmed the boy, diving onto him to latch on his arms. He started to scream, darkness flooding like a wave over him, muffling his panicked yells. His screams continued, on and on, as the squirming mass faded into shadow. Jaaws silently watched, his sneering features slowly merging with the gloom.

"GoOdByE mY sMaLl FrIeNd, UnTiL wE mEeT aGaIn!"

They both vanished, the boy's last desperate scream echoing throughout the room.