Night had fallen, and the night was calm.
Yet there was a... longing gliding the air.
An elder called Master Fung didn't miss both the calm and unease within nature.
Ponds, and rivers near the temple stirred. Waves lightly lapped against their shores, and once still waters bubbled with excitement, whirled for several moments before releasing the circular motion. Drowning plants, grown too near water's edge, were allowed to breathe as the said liquid retreated from the shore and closer to those dying.
The air crackled, and kicked up stray leaves. Fiddling with them, and tossed them into space, before wrapping around the yellowing leaf and letting it drop back to the ground. Small whirl winds played with the grass and hair of those who were outside. Dust, having recently settled in, was lifted off even the most fragile of objects within rooms open to the elements and sent out.
The Earth seemed to itch, disturbing animals in their slumber. Plant roots, having to force their way through stone and damp shale was relieved of such force for the moment, gaining easy access to water supplies. While ancient cracks healed within the temple's walls.
Fire lit torches danced, beckoning and pushing the darkness away. Candle fire grew and shrunk like a breath, teasing the Monks who happen to be reading at the dark hour before bathing their book or scroll in light for an easier read.
And strangely, four were awake. Oddly delighted in their new training, even if before practices had been complained about (mentally or not), those four were still basking within the small exercises they could perform with small whispers. Stretching their senses, and testing like they would a new piece of clothing or tool.
In one room, a small hearth lit, the room's occupier and owner experimented with the warmth born in her.
Fire twisted and danced around her wrist and fingers. Toying and playing, dodging and grazing the flesh.Yet the flame did not once burn, scald, nor warm her beyond comfort.
Fire would never harm her.
Fire was her element. And few knew the feeling, few long passed to the other side.
Fire was her soul, breath, and blood. Fire danced with her as she fought or slept.
She let her opponents know that Fire was within her, Fire and she left their mark upon those who threatened them.
She lived off of Fire.
What Fire needed, she needed.
What she needed, Fire needed.
She commanded it, they believe, that she owned it...
Fire lived in her and she tamed it.
It was uncontrollable and needed a host, a Chosen One.
No.
True, Fire did live within her, and Fire was restless, to a point where Fire was uncontrollable.
But Fire was free, power, a beauty no one could touch... but she could get close within her very core of being, which was far, far more closer than anyone else could be.
Fire gave and took.
Fire was not owned... only directed.
Not owned.
Fire Chose her.
The spark of Fire's entity blossomed in her every time she reached for comfort in the flames..
She loved Fire.
Within her she could live, and Fire could live.
Fire was her soul.
Fire was her element.
Just as Water, Wind and Earth were her friends'.
She was a Chosen.
And Fire would help, guide and strengthen her.
In a sense... she was Fire.
Fire in a human form...
She was the Dragon of Fire.
A/N: Rewritten.
When I watch Xiaolin Showdown, I'm slightly disappointed that they don't rely on their Elements more than the Shen Gong Wu. And even then, they use them in larger forms, not manipulating the element to gain the upper hand with less energy. So, you can classify this as slight AU.
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