Seduce Me, Fire Goddess!
"So, what causes such a phenomena?" asked the red-haired stranger.
"They say a beautiful goddess causes fire to fall from the heavens every Sunday in order to show us she is pleased with our production of crops," said the old shopkeeper.
"India sure has strange tales, …" said the red-haired man.
"No sir! You have it wrong! This story is true! If you don't believe me, go tonight. You will see the famous 'fire showers.' But if you want an up-close-and-personal view, be warned. No man has followed the stream of fire and lived to tell the tale!"
The redheaded stranger just laughed. "Shopkeeper, please. I have traveled the world and they don't call me Battousai for nothing!"
The shopkeeper eyes grew wide in amazement. "Battousai! The famous adventurer? Wow it is indeed an honor! I am a big fan! Do you plan on investigating the mystery of the fire showers?"
"Yes my good man! I will solve this mystery! For I don't believe this is goddess. No! There must be a scientific explanation. Well, I must be on my way! Goodbye good sir!" Battousai took his leave from the shop and headed up the mountain.
"Goodbye Battousai and by careful!" the shopkeeper yelled. He watched the man disappear in to the mists of the Indian forest.
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I didn't mean to lie to the man, but I couldn't let my real reason be revealed. Kenshin sighed. I certainly couldn't tell him that I intend to meet a goddess.
Kenshin slowly walked threw the forest and stopped to admire the beauty of it. India sure is exotic! He looked up to the sky. Soon it will be night and I shall meet my goddess. He continued his way to the clearing. As soon as the 'fire showers' start, I will find her. He walked faster with anticipation in his heart. I will find you, my Kaoru.
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The night had finally come. The drums beat faster and her chest started to pound. She had reached her spot.
Fire appeared at her fingers. She moved her body to the rhythm, occasionally throwing away the fire. It flew through the air as happy as larks to be free of her hands.
The beat matched her every moves. It swayed. She swayed. It jumped. She jumped. It fell. She fell. They were a perfect match; She and the rhythm.
She forgot everything but her motion. Her rhythm. Her fire. Her dance.
The fire dance had, once again, begun.
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Hey! I'm going to write four stories with each of the elements. This stories element is fire if you haven't guessed. I'll add chapters soon! Sorry this is short! Please review!