The Five Tribes

The royal children made their way towards the center of the castle. Their minds were occupied with the events from earlier that day.

"My children!" The king said as they approached. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" The two youngest royal children pushed forward their older sister. "Well what is Regaly?

"She took a deep breath of air. It tasted fresh unlike the air in the alleys. "We saw him today father." She said nervously. Her family didn't talk much about that day much anymore do to the fact they thought him dead.

"Who did you see dear?" The king asked.

"The Regalan from the Negoran raid." She replied. "He was in the arena."

"What?! He's alive?!" The king exclaimed.

"Yes, but when we tried to speak to him, he fled." Regaly mumbled.

"Why did he run Regaly?"

"We din't know." she said. But, when we cornered him his markings, they changed."

"Hmm, changed you say? Perhaps...". The king mused.

"Perhaps what?" The children asked.

The king sighed "Well, I guess I would have had to tell you eventually."

"Tell us what?" The prince asked.

"Long ago, when the third world was still young Regalans were split into five tribes. The red, blue, green, purple, and yellow. These tribes turned into what we know today. They each possessed a unique power. Now only the most generous, kind and powerful of each race are taught these powers. You will in time being part of the Red Regalan's chosen family. After the tribes formed into one kingdom, a new tribe emerged. A white tribe. They could take on the markings of any and could use every power. This clan sword to protect the royal family with their lives. This came at a great cost. They were all killed by Negoran assassins. We thought them gone until now. It seems that young Regaltins family is the last of the White Regalan. He might very well be the last now."

"What in the Third World!?" Regaly muttered.

"This Regalan must be found at all costs." The king said.