Take Overs

Things got worse as the hearts throbbed and ached. The next morning...

"What do you mean a letter?" Moros asks as he dressed for the day, glancing over towards Pascho.
Pascho nods, "Yeah! Apparently the sisters want to talk with everyone who didn't get Chosen."
"That's odd. Never heard of them doing stuff to those who didn't get chosen." Moros bites his lower lip in thought, "Yeah why not. Let's go."
Pascho flashes a grin, "Excellent. Maybe I'll get to see Cassalandria again and thank her for saving me."
Moros snorts, "You got saved by a girl."
Pascho rolls his eyes, wandering out of the dorm room.
The two wander back to the temple hall, standing before them were two of the six sisters.
"Welcome, students! We will be breaking tradition this year! All of you will be receiving gifts of this world! But before you are to receive these destined blessings, Six of you must become evil... The counterparts to the Chosen. The Yin to their Yang. Unlike the Chosen, we will allow Six of you to chose for yourself if you want this destiny!" The older of the two girls shouts.
Pascho's eyes light up in excitement.
"Now most of you must be wondering why it is we are doing this. The answer is simple. Yesterday you bore witness to an act of heroism by one of the sisters to protect your friend and fellow student. So in return, me and sister Jazminya have decided to allow her a fighting chance. We will be taking six of you to become her Chosen six. You will be her defenders even if that means the Chosen will hate you." Korylra shouts to all of the students.
"I volunteer!" Pascho raises his hand, no hesitation.
"Pascho! Are you crazy?" Moros whispers to him, trying to pull his hand down.
"Dude. She got in this mess because of me, least I can do is be one of her defenders." Pascho shoves off of him and walks up.
Kory smiles and hands him a clear crystal, "You will be the defender against Pyrithist, the Machine. You will control the emotions that he cannot feel."
Pascho nods, standing by the sisters side.
Moros sighs, "Guess I'll help too." He wanders up.
"You will be the defender against Phronous, the Mind-Breaker. You will control the soul that she can no longer use." Kory hands him a black stone.
Moros frowns at this, not understanding what they mean against defend against Phronous.
"We'll aid the Outcast!" A boy, Mesmerian, shouts, walking up with another boy by his side.
"You sir will defend against Ervus, The Earth Mover. You will create the illusions that his mind cannot view, the sights it cannot see." She hands a glittering gem to Mesmerian, then turns to the other boy, "And you, Karimor, will defend against Lybria, The Storm-Caller. You will become that which needs no breath, does not feel the water." And with that she hands him a metallic gem.
"I will lend my aid." A girl, Metaeno, steps up.
"You will defend against Pirus, The Flame. You will become that which holds no true form, something that she cannot burn nor freeze." She hands her a pale green gem.
"I will aid them." Stepped forth a girl with red hair.
Blinking, Kory nods, "Alright then, Alekia. You will defend against Zyo.. Your brother. You will be what he cannot see, what he cannot track."
Alekia nods as she takes the gem, "I understand."
"These are our champions!" Kory calls to the rest of the students, "They will path the way for you to write your own fates! Use these well!" 
Jazminya began walking around, passing out stones and telling the holders what they did.
"We will strike down the High Priestess and her Chosen! We will defeat the gods! We will take back our lands and make the world how we wish it!" Kory continues shouting, being met with cheers.
Moros's eyes widen, "Oh no..."