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So it seems when we think of the elements, certain ones come to mind. Fire, water, earth etc. What we fail to see are the 2 majors: Light and Dark or Life and Death as other see it.

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It seems one fateful day the stage was set and the play we call Life was created. Light and Dark created the cast, filling every role, the elements gaining the most important.

And so it went on to be, to create is to need nessecity. This nessecity wasn't only a stage but a cast to work with.

Before these auditions, they'd known naught of each other, after all, why would they? Fire and Ice need nothing of each other and Earth and Air clashed in personality.

I and Fire met on fateful day some how melding together, despite the differences. It suprised all around them as one would never expect the chill of Ice to meld with the fierceness of Fire.

So, with Time's blessing, they grew to accompany each other. Ice began to melt and became Water, flowing freely, opening his once cold and bitter heart. Fire melted it all away, through thick and thin, they kept each other at peace. It seemed it was a symbiosis impossible to break.

But as one knows, too much heat will cause water to change. Fire became so strong that he slowly smothered his cool partner. His fierce crimson blaze took more and more of Water's qualities, and pushed him to become Mist. But when Water refused, Fire blazed greater, almost forcing the placid body to change.

Water pushed against his assault, slowly reverting back into his Darkness: Ice. That was, until, Earth rose to defend Water from Fire's flames, its dense stone wall impenetrable by even Fire's strongest assaults.

It was then Water realized that one does change, no matter what the circumstances, but it is those with changes that one must make the conscious decision to work with, not with the changes others force upon you.

Away from Fire's assaults, Water begam to nourish Earth's lost life, his wounds from being hurt by Dark's excessive power. Together, they healed and became one, creating foliage that covered the stage in beautiful roses.

For once, in the land of Light and Dark, Life had sprouted and flowed. It was a miracle. However, all knew that Air and Water were best of friends. They also knew that Air held a special attunement for Fire since Water and Fire had been together.

It seemed that Air had favored Fire, despite their strong bond. It went on to wage a war that spanned the ages between Air and Water, neither side backing down until tragedy struck Water.

Earth became sickly and ill. All the things he'd promised were never to be fufilled. All the while Air paid no heed, believe Water was at fault and would not let herself be fooled. But to everyone's sudden suprise, Earth no longer existed.

He had died. Fading to the Light and Dark, replaced by others known as Stone, Force and Thunder. These three knew Earth well and knew of Water's intimate bond. Water let no one in, freezing again, believe he would never melt, not even with Fire's intensity.

But over time, the new three began to wear him down. The three sisters slowly healed Water's pain, gently coaxing him out of his frozen citadel. This, however, caught Air's attention while Fire continued to rampage, scorching all memory of Water, labeling him with lies and misunderstandings.

Air grew jelous, becoming Maelstrom. The four new found friends weathered the storm, however, still battling to this day. It seems however, Water can never truly be healed. His wounds are far too heavy and scars too deep. But he remembered Earth's words. His reassuring words that they would always be as one. Water endured the worst and the best was only to come. He realized the troubles that would lay ahead.

So like the puppet, the actor, the tool, he entered the stage. He recited his lines and reminded himself backstage. He thought of the future that was to be or was not to be. Maelstrom raged with Fire, uncontrollable in their fury. But with friends such as the three sisters of Thunder, Stone and Force, he needn't worry. He knew of others he could also depend upon, like those of Wisdom and Purity.

It was his life. He would live it as he pleased, giving the aura of happiness with the backdrop of despair if that was all it took to fool the ones who pretended to care. It meant naught to him wether the world cared of him, only the play called Life.
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