Elementary
Fire
Seifer grinned in the heat, licking the salty sweat from his lips as it trickled down his face. The roar of the lava filled his ears as it flowed through the cave, flashes of flame springing up here and there around him.
The furthest corners were dark in shadow but closer to him the stone was lit by the red-orange glow of flame, all the crevices and shapes of the rock illuminated by the heat.
Seifer basked in his surroundings, in his favourite element. He admired the qualities of it that he felt were a part of him too. Fire was powerful, its flames reduced all it touched to black ashes. Fire was fast as it moved across the land. It moved with purposed and yet was truly formless. Better yet it was unpredictable and didn't do what people wanted it to do.
Seifer sighed happily, the flames casting an orange flicker onto his emerald eyes. He gazed into the distance where Ifrit waited, the Guardian force of Fire, master of flame. Seifer was ready to gain possession of Ifrit so he could become one with the element that was deep inside him.
Wind
A figure stood on the cliff-top, the long grass rustling around her feet. Fujin smiled as the wind whipped her silver hair around her head, the strands streaming in the direction of the flow.
The wind carried the taste and smell of far-away places to Fujin's nose and tongue, overwhelming her senses. She closed her eye and stood her ground as the wind blew harder trying to push her back.
The wind continued to blow harder to push her away, going through her and chilling her to the bones. But still Fujin stood swaying slowly into the direction of the wind becoming part of it, wishing she was as free as it.
The wind began to calm down as it folded itself around Fujin becoming a breeze as soft as a lover's tender caress. Fujin opened her one good eye and found herself looking into the large yellow eye of Pandemona, the Guardian force of wind. She smiled and bowed slowly to her Lord as he faded, taking a place in her mind.
Ice
Squall rolled the glass in his hand, the opaque cubes clinked in the amber liquid which numbed his senses. The cold could be felt in his fingers and he gazed at the ice as it floated in his drink.
People had always compared him to ice, always taking him for cold and rigid which he admitted was absolutely true. He acted cold and rigid because of his fears, his fears of being left alone again and the only way to prevent that is to be alone to begin with.
Except he was no longer alone, She was with him and she could take his chilliness and sharp edges. She loved the cold and bleakness of his personality and humour, for she was colder than he.
She ruled the ice, the cold and could tame it within him. He sipped the whiskey, the fluid burning the back of his throat but it would never melt him, Shiva would keep him like ice in a glass.
Poison
Her green eyes narrowed to slits as she saw her pretty face, long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Quistis grit her teeth angrily snapping the pencil in her hands. She couldn't stand the sight of Rinoa and was finding it hard to continue this charade of friendliness.
Inside her veins her blood boiled, jealousy turning it to poison, acid that ate away at her inside taking all that she was and turning it into an empty deep pit of darkness.
In her mind a guardian force sat in residence basking in its element. Doomtrain was the only GF Quistis could junction anymore since none of the others could cope with the poisonous mind she'd developed in her jealous rage of having lost Squall to her.
The raven haired witch who had waltzed into Garden and stole Squall's heart from right in front of her after all her efforts to melt Squall's icy exterior. But she smiled evilly to herself, even Rinoa hadn't done that, she'd merely got the reflection of Squall in the crystal surface of his persona.
Earth
Dust rose in small clouds as his feet slid along the ground throwing up soil. He caught his balance, ducking the blow from a leafy green tendril. The Ochu finally died from its wounds leaving Zell standing there breathing heavily.
The light brown dust of mud covered his trainers from where he'd been running in the arid forest. He shook it from his feet, stamping the ground. He was quietly comforted by his surroundings. The ground was solid, dependable, always there to catch you. Under pressure it hardened like stone and yet that same pressure could cause it to erupt, releasing the tension in an earthquake.
Whenever he was out battling Zell always seemed to pick up a fine layer of earth dust all over him as if it accepted him as part of it, that he was the same as earth.
In the distance stood the Tomb of the Unknown King which housed a pair of Guardian forces so suited to this element. The ground quaked when they were around showing its respect and yet Zell had been able to conquer them and tamed them to do his bidding. Now he was one of the Brothers.
Water
Irvine gazed at the fountain as the water cascaded in a huge veil, sunlight shining on it so it reflected like a mirror. He could see his own handsome face and long brown hair in the ribbon of water.
The water rippled as it hit the pool at the bottom of the fountain, small waves hitting the brick sides, lapping lazily at the stone.
Irvine dipped his fingers into the water feeling refreshed. Not only did the water reflect his features but also his personality. Cool, fresh, free flowing, all these made up the ladies man Irvine Kinneas. He knew girls found him just as refreshing.
There was a Guardian force lying coiled in the water, its long serpentine body shrunk to fit this place. Leviathan gave Irvine a long cool stare, his smooth sleek body rippling under the surface.
Irvine stood and beckoned his friend from the fountain back into his mind so they could both go with the flow, two of a kind.
Thunder
Dark clouds formed overhead, looming, foreboding but even the heavy rain couldn't dampen Selphie's happiness as she dance through the grass, the rain plastering her hair and clothes to her skin.
The sky flashed white as lightning struck in the distance, a rumble of thunder came crashing after. Selphie cheerfully waltzed through the rain drops, the static energy in the air causing the damp hairs on her arms and neck to stand out like gossamer threads.
She loved thunderstorms, how the sky crackled with energy, just like she did when she was happy. She was loud like thunder, brightened up people's lives like lightning, and yet she couldn't get how the rain made so many people sad.
There was no rain to her personality, her rain was lively, giving hope and life to those around. Above her the sky streaked yellow and green, sizzling like oil in a pan as Quezacoatl flew over her head.
Holy
The mirror reflected her pale flesh as she gazed intently at her own features happy with perfection. Her raven black hair contrasted nicely with her skin making her look like an angel as Squall called her.
She couldn't wait, playing with the ring on her finger, for soon it's be a gold band. The ceremony wouldn't be for a while yet, once Garden was settled.
For now she abstained from the pleasures of the flesh wanting to be pure and untainted for when she wore that white dress down the aisle.
In her mind the righteous voice of Alexander congratulated her on her actions, glad to be in a place free of evil and dark thoughts although he had his reservations before since she was a sorceress and his experience with them had been bad.
Rinoa smiled thanking him, twirling happily as she thought of what was to come, picturing that dress white as Holy.
Fire
Seifer grinned in the heat, licking the salty sweat from his lips as it trickled down his face. The roar of the lava filled his ears as it flowed through the cave, flashes of flame springing up here and there around him.
The furthest corners were dark in shadow but closer to him the stone was lit by the red-orange glow of flame, all the crevices and shapes of the rock illuminated by the heat.
Seifer basked in his surroundings, in his favourite element. He admired the qualities of it that he felt were a part of him too. Fire was powerful, its flames reduced all it touched to black ashes. Fire was fast as it moved across the land. It moved with purposed and yet was truly formless. Better yet it was unpredictable and didn't do what people wanted it to do.
Seifer sighed happily, the flames casting an orange flicker onto his emerald eyes. He gazed into the distance where Ifrit waited, the Guardian force of Fire, master of flame. Seifer was ready to gain possession of Ifrit so he could become one with the element that was deep inside him.
Wind
A figure stood on the cliff-top, the long grass rustling around her feet. Fujin smiled as the wind whipped her silver hair around her head, the strands streaming in the direction of the flow.
The wind carried the taste and smell of far-away places to Fujin's nose and tongue, overwhelming her senses. She closed her eye and stood her ground as the wind blew harder trying to push her back.
The wind continued to blow harder to push her away, going through her and chilling her to the bones. But still Fujin stood swaying slowly into the direction of the wind becoming part of it, wishing she was as free as it.
The wind began to calm down as it folded itself around Fujin becoming a breeze as soft as a lover's tender caress. Fujin opened her one good eye and found herself looking into the large yellow eye of Pandemona, the Guardian force of wind. She smiled and bowed slowly to her Lord as he faded, taking a place in her mind.
Ice
Squall rolled the glass in his hand, the opaque cubes clinked in the amber liquid which numbed his senses. The cold could be felt in his fingers and he gazed at the ice as it floated in his drink.
People had always compared him to ice, always taking him for cold and rigid which he admitted was absolutely true. He acted cold and rigid because of his fears, his fears of being left alone again and the only way to prevent that is to be alone to begin with.
Except he was no longer alone, She was with him and she could take his chilliness and sharp edges. She loved the cold and bleakness of his personality and humour, for she was colder than he.
She ruled the ice, the cold and could tame it within him. He sipped the whiskey, the fluid burning the back of his throat but it would never melt him, Shiva would keep him like ice in a glass.
Poison
Her green eyes narrowed to slits as she saw her pretty face, long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Quistis grit her teeth angrily snapping the pencil in her hands. She couldn't stand the sight of Rinoa and was finding it hard to continue this charade of friendliness.
Inside her veins her blood boiled, jealousy turning it to poison, acid that ate away at her inside taking all that she was and turning it into an empty deep pit of darkness.
In her mind a guardian force sat in residence basking in its element. Doomtrain was the only GF Quistis could junction anymore since none of the others could cope with the poisonous mind she'd developed in her jealous rage of having lost Squall to her.
The raven haired witch who had waltzed into Garden and stole Squall's heart from right in front of her after all her efforts to melt Squall's icy exterior. But she smiled evilly to herself, even Rinoa hadn't done that, she'd merely got the reflection of Squall in the crystal surface of his persona.
Earth
Dust rose in small clouds as his feet slid along the ground throwing up soil. He caught his balance, ducking the blow from a leafy green tendril. The Ochu finally died from its wounds leaving Zell standing there breathing heavily.
The light brown dust of mud covered his trainers from where he'd been running in the arid forest. He shook it from his feet, stamping the ground. He was quietly comforted by his surroundings. The ground was solid, dependable, always there to catch you. Under pressure it hardened like stone and yet that same pressure could cause it to erupt, releasing the tension in an earthquake.
Whenever he was out battling Zell always seemed to pick up a fine layer of earth dust all over him as if it accepted him as part of it, that he was the same as earth.
In the distance stood the Tomb of the Unknown King which housed a pair of Guardian forces so suited to this element. The ground quaked when they were around showing its respect and yet Zell had been able to conquer them and tamed them to do his bidding. Now he was one of the Brothers.
Water
Irvine gazed at the fountain as the water cascaded in a huge veil, sunlight shining on it so it reflected like a mirror. He could see his own handsome face and long brown hair in the ribbon of water.
The water rippled as it hit the pool at the bottom of the fountain, small waves hitting the brick sides, lapping lazily at the stone.
Irvine dipped his fingers into the water feeling refreshed. Not only did the water reflect his features but also his personality. Cool, fresh, free flowing, all these made up the ladies man Irvine Kinneas. He knew girls found him just as refreshing.
There was a Guardian force lying coiled in the water, its long serpentine body shrunk to fit this place. Leviathan gave Irvine a long cool stare, his smooth sleek body rippling under the surface.
Irvine stood and beckoned his friend from the fountain back into his mind so they could both go with the flow, two of a kind.
Thunder
Dark clouds formed overhead, looming, foreboding but even the heavy rain couldn't dampen Selphie's happiness as she dance through the grass, the rain plastering her hair and clothes to her skin.
The sky flashed white as lightning struck in the distance, a rumble of thunder came crashing after. Selphie cheerfully waltzed through the rain drops, the static energy in the air causing the damp hairs on her arms and neck to stand out like gossamer threads.
She loved thunderstorms, how the sky crackled with energy, just like she did when she was happy. She was loud like thunder, brightened up people's lives like lightning, and yet she couldn't get how the rain made so many people sad.
There was no rain to her personality, her rain was lively, giving hope and life to those around. Above her the sky streaked yellow and green, sizzling like oil in a pan as Quezacoatl flew over her head.
Holy
The mirror reflected her pale flesh as she gazed intently at her own features happy with perfection. Her raven black hair contrasted nicely with her skin making her look like an angel as Squall called her.
She couldn't wait, playing with the ring on her finger, for soon it's be a gold band. The ceremony wouldn't be for a while yet, once Garden was settled.
For now she abstained from the pleasures of the flesh wanting to be pure and untainted for when she wore that white dress down the aisle.
In her mind the righteous voice of Alexander congratulated her on her actions, glad to be in a place free of evil and dark thoughts although he had his reservations before since she was a sorceress and his experience with them had been bad.
Rinoa smiled thanking him, twirling happily as she thought of what was to come, picturing that dress white as Holy.