Hers is a sad story.
She was born on a summer night. A young couple camped in the woods, near a bonfire. The heated passion there was unimaginable. Sighs, then screams of pleasure, rolling on the hard ground. In the middle of the act, she was born. Little was she aware of her nature and her fate. She walked around the camp, searching for company, but alas, the lovers did not seek it, too. On the contrary, when they saw her, she could see the look of discontent on their face. Because of her, they had to stop their mating and get rid of her. The man tried to scare her away with what little he had. She was confused. Why would her creators, her parents, try to harm her? She did nothing to them. She was small and innocent, not knowledgeable in the intricates of life. She insisted to stay, to find out what was the reason of all this hatred, but suddenly, their expression changed. The woman started to panic and the man attacked her with a blanket. ‘He is trying to kill me, no more, no less’ she realized, and at that moment she matured. ‘I would not let. He will not kill me. I’m stronger than he.’ She began to scare him, making scary sounds and gestures, and it worked. The frightened lovers packed the most valuable possessions and began to ran, crying her name. ‘Good, they’re gone now’ she said, trying to convince herself that she would not miss them. It didn’t work well for they were her parents. She began to chase them rapidly across the woods. They didn’t notice her at first, but soon, they could smell her. They turned their heads and she ran to them, thinking they’ll accept her, but instead they screamed a tearing scream. She was confused, but sure she would be taken back the moment they’ll hold her in their arms. And indeed, the screams stopped. They fell to the ground, silent. She caressed them and patted them, but they did not move. ‘They don’t want me anymore’ she cried and began to run wild in the forest. Enraged and sad, she spread terror in the wilderness and all the sylvan creatures ran from her fury. If only one could stay and comfort her, but every creature she approached fell; birds, dears, insects – everything. The trees couldn’t contain her anger. She climbed the highest one and screamed as loud as she could.
Suddenly, she heard a commotion at the end of the forest. She quickly went there to check it out. People were gathering there with tools and vehicles. An ongoing sinusoidal sound kept aching in her. ‘They’re after me’ she thought, puzzled. ‘Why, why can’t they leave me alone? I don’t want to harm them. I just want to be fed, embraced and loved, like everyone. Why are they trying to kill me?’ Pain. Agonizing pain emerged near those people. She screamed and hissed, trying to fight back, but they were more powerful. Weapons and jets were streaming on her and she had to retreat back, toward the heart of the forest. She could not breathe with all the pain, but suddenly a fresh gust of wind stroke her. She was a little refreshed and with resolution she decided to evade this terrible menace. She followed the wind further, away from the people and neared a small town, knowing that she had outrun her pursuers. As she entered the town, people ran and screamed her name. ‘Don’t ran. Stay, please’ she replied, but they didn’t listen. She visited every house, looking for a companion, a friend.
In a small cabin she found a small child, and near him, a scared but poisonous snake. She slowly advanced, and with her motherly instincts, killed the snake. She surrounded the room, to protect him from more harms, but suddenly, a brave, foolish man stabbed her. She hissed. He jumped though a window and grabbed the child. ‘No, he’s mine’ she yelled, flailing her hands towards them. He dodged her attack and jumped back through the window and out of the house. She moaned, and slowly decided she would have her revenge. She went berserk, destroying everything in her path. Her mind flipped out, and her nature surfaced. Destruction and death prevailed and all searches for friendship and comfort faded. It was now a savage battle between her and her enemies; those who stole her child, those who feared her and hated her for no reason. She gave them a reason. All she wanted was their oblivion, bringing hell to earth. But they are powerful and have great weapons. The battle lasted for days. They beat her, but then she resurfaced in another place. She ached and hissed, and they fell and died, but they were numerous and were always replaced by their friends. ‘No one can win a fight alone’ she resolved and gave up.
The last charcoal was covered with sand and gallon of water poured over her. She choked and finally died. Thus ended her sad life, for no one loves Fire, and nobody wants to be her friend. She was a beautiful creation, but unharnessed a mighty enemy and as such must be destroyed. No one wept for her, but that small child who knew her best. Each year, at her birthday, he goes to his parents’ empty grave and gives eulogy his sister. ‘You took my parents, but gave me life, and for that I’m thankful!’