Diplomania is hidden beneath the grounds of the earth many search but never find it. Only immortals or special people live in this land.

Imagine living in paradise, a world where you could have everything you could ever wish for and more, Diplomania was exactly that. On the rim of the ocean, you could see the attractive aqua sky; the ruby sun dancing. Can you see all that in your mind? Picture that, times 1,000,000,000,000. Even dreaming of this Island will make you tingle.

Ever heard of Hercules? He had children: Sneak, the quarter goddess of lightning and steam; Shadow, the quarter god of stealth; Thorn, the quarter god of nature; and finally Shade, the quarter god of water. They all lived in this amazing, paradise - like place. But in the corner of Diplomania lived a family of devils, the enemy of Hercules' family.

One son, Clothaire, had a mission against there family. He had solemn sweared that he would complete his mission. Clothaire would never reveal his mission, not even to his own siblings or father, Loath. But once it happened, they wouldn't know what had hit them. So he thought...

Every night, Sneak would here noises; thinking it was just her imagination, she would try to get sleep. Along with that, at least once a day, her words would get muffled. All was because, when she was just a young one she was cursed. By... Well I must not say or it shall give it all away. All I must say is, every day she went out for a stroll by the lake.

Today, she wanted to shake off all her anger while feeding the heavenly swans. She kept on seeing shadows behind her. Being the brave figure she was, she went to investigate; every time she turned around, nothing was there. Confused, she arrived at the swans and watched them dance like ballerinas. They deserved a treat, she thought. As she gave them pieces of bread, she was sure someone was following her, but were they? And if they were, who could it be?

Step, step, step. Following her, footsteps behind. Suddenly, her sight turned black. A hand over her mouth. Her scream turned muffled. She was taken into a dark, misled, eerie room. The hand moved. Off of her mouth and tying her hands together with a sharp rope. "WHY, Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you? Even after you and your filthy family tortured mine, I never retaliated! So why me?" Sneak asked, hoping for an answer. "Because, long ago my ancestor had sent a proposal to yours. He rejected. I have come to bring revenge on that act."

Sneak thought about everything he had just said and thought of a plan. In her mind she analysed her plan and it was perfect. She would fake cry; when he least expects she would break through and attack him some how. She thought it would go on great. The tears started. Dripping down her cheek one by one, the feeling of blood. No blood was there actually. Remorse had slapped Clothaire in the face he was just about to go over to her when she pushed her hand out. Sudden dashes of lightning appeared, straight to the face. You would think it wouldn't hurt him so bad, Oh but you're wrong! This streak was not being shot while in control as Sneak had not known of her amazing power. But that made it so much better as now people are passing by his grave every day. Yes, Clothaire was... dead!

BY JINAN