Fire
A beautiful lady danced in the wind. She was small and fragile but shone bright with youth. She reached her small, yellow hand out to a stick and behold, it to became yellow like her. She leaped for joy, knowing she had friends. She touched the grass and leaves around her. She was growing, getting stronger. She is powerful now and a bright orange figure. Her hands are bigger so she grabs bigger things. A tree now is orange and swimming with her. She's getting hungry for power and she turns red. Her hair is now flowing at full length all around her, it whips back and forth violently in the wind. She ignites everything in her path. A house she now sees and giggles with glee. She rushes forward, her tail leaving sparks and char coal. She's almost at the house when she howls in pain. She stops and looks. There! There at her tail! Water! Her one enemy. Water throws its fists at her tail and hair, pulling her back. She screams in the wind as she starts to shrink down again. Water strikes again, this time flowing more and for longer, he cuts her hair and slashes at her tail. Again, she screams and grows smaller. Her tail and beautiful orange hair are turning brown and dull. She reaches again for the house, her hands small once more. But water stops her, a quick wave of his hand, and she's gone. Nothing more than a bit of mud.