Noah is a man who controls the element of Water…

But he doesn't know why!

A young man named Noah wakes up hundreds of years from a coma following a massive flood that wiped out 99% of humanity with no memories!

Follow the action-adventure story of Noah as he embarks on a journey of self-discovery to figure out who he is as well as why the world was flooded, in order to unite the wielders of the other three elements: Wind, Earth, and Fire in order to prevent the Elemental Apocalypse.

[The protagonist, Noah, is average height, about 5'9, skinny, has sea-green eyes, and has long white hair tied back in a man bun. He's wearing old, raggedy clothes, and a grayed cloak on top of that, and is strapped with a whole bunch of belts, and backpacks, and satchels. He appears to be in his early twenties]

"It's hot…"

I pant heavily to myself as I continue wandering through the desert wasteland, sweating literal buckets the entire way.

As far as the eye can see…all there is is sand. Just sand, sand, and you guessed it- even more sand. Other than the occasional cactus, that is. Only strong, non-water-reliant plants such as cacti can survive out in this world. Other than sand, there are a whole bunch of ginormous mountains of rock spanning the width of an entire town jutting out of the ground all around me, but there's no point in climbing those. No one lives up there. There are sand caverns and sand hills as well, but, welp, that's just sand.

I continue my trek through the sand, until I step foot on more solid ground, a darker, sand-stone path that can mean one thing–life is nearby.

"Good," I pant, "Almost there."

Of course, I continue following the sandstone path, until over the horizon, I see the resemblance of a small village peak up.

My face brightens. I pause for a moment and reach into my satchel, where I pull out a withered, grayed, old map.

I look down at the map, before peering up at the village.

"Huh…?"

I raise an eyebrow, before flipping the map upside down.

"Ah!" I exclaim, "So this must be Nestant Village!"

With the promise of life and civilization nearby, I take off sprinting towards the town ahead, which is pretty damn hard to do when you haven't drinken or eaten anything in a few days. We don't use units of measurement when it comes to time anymore. All that matters is if the sun is out or not. Whether it's safe to step outside, or not. But it must have been at least seven or more days since I left the previous village.

I continue sprinting down the sandstone path, until I find myself standing at the outskirts of the village.

The village is small, -which is saying something, considering most villages only reside a dozen or so folk- consisting of one large, central hub building, surrounded by a few smaller hut-sized homes. No windows, of course. That's just too dangerous. In the far corner of the village, is a baren farm.

The entire village is surrounded by a mold-ridden wooden fence, only standing about three feet high, not enough to keep anyone out, especially if someone REALLY wants to get in. And judging by the status of this village–some people WANTED to get in and THEY DID, alright.

"WHO GOES THERE?!" The villager guarding the rickety, worn down front gates of the village. The village brandishes a wooden spear and aims it to be throat, but I know he won't do anything.

"Woah!" I cry as I hold my palms up to the village in surrender, "I come in peace!"

"You're not a bandit, are you?" The villager asks as they raise a weary eyebrow at me.

"Of course not!" I laugh, "Where's my crew?"

"Fair enough," the villager grunts as they lower their spear," State your business."

"You've probably heard about me," I begin to say as I lift my hand out of my dirty grayed cloak and hold it up to the village, causing them to flinch, "Don't worry, I won't do anything," I reply with a small smile. I hold my palm out, and a small torrent of water begins to spring out of it.

The villager's eyes widen. "You're…" they begin to say.

"The Rain Bearer," I smirk, "Yeah…that's me."

"I've heard tales of your work!" The villager cries, "They say rain and gray skies follow wherever you go!"

"That it does!" I laugh.

The villager frowns as they look to the perfectly clear blue sky and red sun. "Where's the rain?"

"It'll come…it'll come…" I sigh.

A wide smile spreads across the villager's face. "That means you'll help our village?!" He excitedly asks.

"Of course!"

"THANK YOU, KIND RAIN BEARER SIR!" The villager bows to me.

"Now show me your fields."

"Yes, sir!" The villager booms, before turning around and leading me into the village.

As the villager leads me through town, I earn many both weary and gleeful expressions from the villagers. As many villagers as there are who are excited for and welcome my arrival, there are as many who are afraid of newcomers, especially with the bandit epidemic plaguing this side of the world.

"Here we are, sir!" The villager announces once he has led me to the farm in the corner of the village.

"Thanks," I reply as I turn around to face the villager.

The villager remains still, and stares at me with a proud, beaming smile.

"Ah…you can go now," I say.

The villager flinches. "Ah, I'm sorry, Rain Bearer, sir!" The villager cries, before spinning around and hustling away.

"Now…what do we have here…?" I ask myself as I begin strolling through the farm, who's soil has been completely dried out and crops withered. The barn and hut attached to the farm looks run down as well, and the livestock cows and chickens are skinny, too skinny to be eaten, and too skinny to produce milk and eggs. The farm itself looks like it hasn't been watered in hundreds of days, which is incredibly likely.

"Are you the so-called Rain Bearer?" A voice asks, prompting me to turn around to face where I heard the voice, and I watch as a farmer struts out of his barn and limps over to me.

"I am," I answer, "How long has it been since it's rained."

"Sheesh, I don't know…" the farmer whistles as they look to the sky and bring a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, "Long enough that my people are starving'," the farmer answers as he peers back down at me.

"Well then, allow me to help you," I say with a smile before turning up to face the sky.

I raise my hands up, and aim them towards the air. My hands begin to dance and twirl through the air, and as I do so, gray storm clouds begin to roll in and block out the red sun.

The farmer furrows a brow at me in amazement, as beads of sweat begin to trickle across my own brow.

More gray clouds begin to roll in as my hands continue to twist through the air, until a few moments later–small droplets of rain begin to fall from the sky.

"YES!" I cry, "Still got my magic!"

"Is this…it…?" The farmer asks as he sticks a hand out to catch my miniscule amount of rainfall, unimpressed by the few droplets.

"Don't worry," I reply with a cocky smirk as I hold a finger up, and a moment later, a downpour falls upon the farmer's fields, as well as the entire village.

The farmer's face lights up. "Rain Bearer sir, thank you!" He cries, "In all honesty, when I heard the stories about how you'd go from village to village and make it rain on top of them to cure our drought and allow us to farm again, I didn't think it was legit. But now I know I'm wrong!"

The cows moo happily and chickens cluck in glee as they lap up the rain that has fallen into their long-empty feeding troths.

"No problem," I bashfully replied as I rubbed the back of my neck, "Now, where are the holes?"

"H-huh…?" The farmer asks.

"What, my job here isn't done!" I exclaim, "Where are your farming tools? Let's get to work!"