Fire. Like life, it is lit once only to be eventually extinguished. But fire, like life produces useful resources. Fire gives us heat and light, as life gives us help and love.
But fire, like life, can give us bad influences. Fire burns life away, representing having too much power. It also makes smoke that intoxicates our world, representing the greed living things posses, and also the power to make what they want theirs.
They are not totally independent though. If it weren't for the things they burn away, neither fire nor life would exist to this day. Life's only disadvantage is fire's power to burn it away. Fire uses life as fuel for staying alive. The way we eat other living beings for our own lives to stay intact. Fire and Life use each other every day, believe it or not. Life uses fire to stay dry, warm, and shrouded in light, while fire uses life simply to stay alive. Even though life has control over fire, fire has a great influence on a living being's life. It could be life's trusty companion, always there, fending off evil and helping out the living creature. Or it could be an executioner of sorts. It could bring great harm or even death. But above all life and fire cannot exist without the other, like a dynamic duo. Death. The last of the three, the unwanted member…at times. Two is a couple, but three is a crowd. Yet, life and death are like light and shadow. Both are one side of the same coin and cannot exist without the other. And then there's fire.
As I lit the flames that would keep my family warm all night, I remembered of a time in my carefree childhood, when I used to take all of this for granted. Now look at me! Speaking words of wisdom. I've come a far way since then. Twenty years in fact. Twenty years, two months and nine days. September first, 2027. The day has grown short, and the weather dry and cold. We'll be moving soon. But there's something strange going on.
That deranged robot. He killed my enemies long ago. Now he's aiming for the ultimate goal. Me. But in this realm, where the silvery half-light of dusk takes over, things don't go the way they should. In this world where fire triumphs over water, my own speed is useless. As fast as I go, you can't say it was entirely me. It wasn't my speed pushing me forward… It was fire.