The First Act of Fire, Partum A Solis
Fire was all that I saw. It was bright, brighter than anything I'd ever seen.
Beautiful gradients of blue white, red, orange, yellow, green, purple.
It's tongues rolled across my vision like roaring waves.
Fire was all around me, on my left and right. It arched above me, hiding the would be sky. Blue fingers grasped at my feet, obscuring the ground in a heavy mist.
From the above came a draft of air, a light brown in color, blowing at the fire, feeding it. The Great Fire gave a primal roar and began sculpting it's beautiful things. A beautiful landscape devoid of darkness, filled only by it's bright flames.
The Fire was everything, the trees around me with flowing emerald, the clouds a pure fiery white, the endless ocean was a deep blue, the flowers violet splashes, the grass the brightest sea of waving green, even my body with an almost invisible white, all in the brilliance of fire.
I stretched out my and the great blue of the ocean surged with color, flowing to me. Drawing up through the fiery air, reaching it's streams up my hand. I watched as it met my hand, sending a surge of power though me coloring me, my arms tanning, my hair turning a dark shade onyx, my eyes with the blue of the waving ocean, the swaying green of the trees.
Fire was my power, my life.
But what was my purpose? Why, it is the purpose of fire, to destroy. I was for the purpose of what The Great Fire intended.
Destruction, katastrofí, to destroy, a destroyer, Perseus.
The First Act of Water, Mare virtutis Dei
I watched as the water that ran through me flowed upwards to the empty sky, out into the cosmos.
Seeping into every corner of the universe, crafting the stars, forging the planets, molding the moons.
I watched on as it solidified into a massive moon in the sky, to keep it's own tides churning.
It created sound, the sound of waves lapping against the sandy fire of land, soothing it's creations.
Giving color to all things bland, forming a world of bright, joyous, life.
It expanded to the hot fire of the new earth, cooling it with it's mighty power, flowing into cracks, creating rivers, streams, and lakes.
Nurturing the trees, the grass, the flowers, and the animals, filling them with it's churning life.
The Sea of Power receded back into it's depths, leaving the fresh landscape smooth, free of it's past rough nature, detailed in every way, color, shape, texture.
It imbued the all earth with it's endless power, every part, every element, each life. Most of all humans, The Sea of Power had given them the power over the elements, the same power of it's other creation.
The power of the oceans. The power of destruction.
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Hope you enjoyed -Ely