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What do you think of this? The entirety of the thing includes 7 elementals (lightning, air, water, magma, fire, Mother Earth, and moon) These are the first two...lightning and air. Thanks.
On Elementals
When someone’s body dies and the person is gone, where does that person go? Does he or she disappear? Does he or she move on to some celestial plane? Such a body, at times, appears as if sleeping. One might almost expect it to awaken. Perhaps the person awakens.
Perhaps it climbs from its body like a cicada from its shell. Perhaps it ascends to some celestial plane. Perhaps it soars over Earth in search of a new home.
Perhaps such a person was a wild man in life – a blue skinned, Celtic woad raider.
With spiked hair dyed in limewater, he uttered barbaric whaps at Roman legions, and charged, as if towards a tornado, and ended.
He crackles through the sky as lightning, slicing through wind and rain. He crackles skyward, in haste, blazing with the heat of the sun, and ends.
Such is the fate of the lightning elementals - beings formed of lightning, who think and feel, but appear as if lightning, and move as if lightning.
With a flash like the gleam of a broadsword, he strikes skyward at storm clouds, and ends.
Perhaps such a person was carefree, with a childlike mentality, immune to all danger and despair. She told jokes and sang songs, and danced around bonfires, and warmed the hearts of all those who came near.
Now she floats through the skies, basking in sunshine and teasing the dolphins that leap up to greet her, from the waves.
On a cool fall night, in a warm summer’s breeze, folk may sense her.
On a hot summer’s day, in a gentle cool breeze, folk may sense her.
Such is the fate of the air elementals - beings formed of air, who think and feel, but move as if air.
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Perhaps such a person was a lover of books and historical tales, and mathematics, and science, and the world around her, and she desired to know how little she knew.
She cared little for small talk – that irritating insect, buzzing flybys, like gnats, round her ears.
She swims through deep seas to study sunken ships and the graves of sailors down deep. She seeks out new fishes, and the verification of legends of leviathans of the deep.
She dives through dark waters. She plummets as rain. She slides over babbling brooks and through jungle streams.
She becomes part of all life that is, and so she experiences the living of all life that is, and sees through the eyes of all life that is, and learns all known wisdom from all life that is.
Such is the fate of the water elementals – beings formed of water, who think and feel, but appear as if water, and move as if water.
Perhaps such a person was an explorer - a lifelong wanderer, perpetually striving to peer over Earth’s edge.
Some folks are content to hear of the new, but he needed to see and touch it. He needed smell it, and taste it, and feel it. His ambition was to bury his toes in the sands of new beaches.
He avoided well-trodden trails as if they smelled odious.
He greeted those deer who found him curious, and those tribesmen who called him “that odd-colored stranger.”
He now flows deep through Earth, through untouched, diamond-studded wilderness, pristine in its ancient state.
He flows through quartz caverns.
He has breached that boundary of earth holding back his brethren, and he has witnessed what lies beyond.
He has arrived at a forever untamed, untouched and unconquerable abode.
Here he’ll remain amongst treasures to be discovered and wonders never before witnessed, till he grows wander-weary and turns for home.
He will burst into sunshine or cool waters of home. He will burn with exaltation for home. He will kiss the sweet ground of home, and bathe in familiar streams, and then he will rest, his long journey done.
Such is the fate of the magma elementals – beings formed of molten earth, who think and feel, but appear as if molten earth, and move as if molten earth.
And here's the last three. The men do masculine things like exploring and warfare and burning things and such. The women do feminine things like thinking and being motherly and being whimsical. The moon elemental one might be described as a little more feminine, for a male, but he's kind of a weird loner, which seems to be thought of by society as more of a masculine personality trait. I thought the gender differences might make it a little more romantic somehow though. Another reader thought the frequent changing of genders was confusing and that I should put all the male characters first, then all the female characters, or the reverse. I thought that might emphasize the gender differences too much though. I don't want gender differences to be a point of focus.
Perhaps such a person was a fighter, born to parents broke and broken.
His bedroom was filled with bottles o’ booze, for the tavern downstairs.
It also contained rats…great, big, squeaking, hairy, cat-intimidating, Norwegian rats…scurrying about through the walls…like tunneling, cheese-loving, wildebeests.
Also, he was fat.
He ignored the booze, as well as the rats, and he burnt off the fat through running, running, running, and more running.
He didn’t own a car until college…which he bought so he’d have someplace to live.
He became a great architect…a cheap, cheap, cheap, thrifty, warrior architect, and he grew.
He didn’t waste paper…and his buildings didn’t waste space.
He grew with each edifice he designed.
As he grows, he burns brighter, and the brighter he burns the faster he grows. If he stagnates, he fades, so he grows.
Such is the fate of the fire elementals – beings formed of flame, who think and feel, but appear as if flame, and move as if flame.
Perhaps such a person was the first mother.
From her, people came.
Her children explored, and learned, and returned to their mother.
She was always their matriarch, no matter their age.
She was a lawmaker and wisdom giver.
Her mate devised all rules, but she determined which rules mattered.
She was the founder of culture.
Now she resides within Earth, and witnesses her children’s growth, and awaits their return to her.
Such is the fate of the Earth elemental – the being formed of earth, who thinks and feels, but appears as if earth, and rests as if earth.
Perhaps such a person was a loner and quiet dreamer, who enjoyed the night sky and lived in his mind, and talked to his self and his cogitations.
His peers painted the sky blue and hid from night behind electric light, or closed their eyes to ward off darkness.
His peers hid from the void behind their painted blue sky. They feared the great vastness beyond boundaries.
They neglected to acknowledge how much was unknown, but the loner would follow no such examples.
He lies within moon dust, amidst stars and the quiet he loves.
With no more painted blue sky to confine his conjectures, they may swim through the void all they like.
Such is the fate of the moon elemental – the being formed of moon dust, who thinks and feels, but appears as if moon dust, and lies as if moon dust.
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