Birth of a flame

   The ember's beginning's

       All life, you see, starts with a spark, a spark that must be tended to grow and feed and spread across the globe, it's in this stage that the fire is but an ember, a sapling needing a caring mother, which in this case, is whatever is unlucky enough to get in it's way. It's through this parent that the ember begins to nurture into a weak and feeble flame, then a bigger one, the fuel that it takes to feed it becoming consumed, catering to it like a mother would it's child. The flame would grow and spread and feed, doing what it does best. We see the flame as hope, life, and power. The fire gave us warmth, protected us from the monsters that lurked in the night, cooked our food so we wouldn't starve. It gives life, but it can just as easily take that away. A single failure is punishable by something as minor as scarring, or as severe as death. It is kind and benevolent, yet angry and unforgiving. It is only through the planet's lifeblood that we are spared from it's wrath. That lifeblood, being water.

       Water, the very bane of the fire. It's power to snuff out the giving light and replace it with a cold, suffocating darkness, is all to real. By nature we fear the dark and embrace the light, water keeps the fire at bay so that we may enjoy it's warmth. Ancient's worshipped the fire as a god, a piece of the stars in mortal hands. Yet, how something so divinely given can be taken away by something so earthly, I will never know. I'm not much for questioning the logic of the universe, it's far beyond my understanding. Though, I do know why I was put on this planet.

To burn.

       To burn and spread and grow, to take the hideous machinations of man off of the earth, and replace them with a glorious flame. This place has many places to burn, and so little time to do it. They can't understand, but I can. Nature has called upon me, a humble lover of the divine flame, to do it's bidding. I can't refuse this offer, not when the world is at stake. I must nurture the flames myself, and control them, have them burn what I desire. Everything is as I expected, everything is as I wanted, except for one thing. They try and stop me, try and keep me from returning the world to it's former glory. I will fight to the last breath for my flames, and even become fuel for them if I have no choice. The way I see it, I was born with a spark, and I'll die with an inferno. I am the spark that has grown so large that even nature has taken notice. Man will fear me, the lifeblood will be wary of me, I will not stop until I have eliminated every, last, one. That is my only desire and joy now, the thrill of seeing my creation, my little flames, burst and grow into majestic phoenixes that take to the sky's before nature pulls them back again to the earth to continue their divine duty of burning before they can escape to the heaven's among the angels. If nature had not brought them to earth, what could they have burned? The towns? The cities? The world even? Or perhaps, they would not stop there, perhaps they would travel onwards beyond this place, into the very stars from above, to rejoin their ancestors that had given the original flames to us.

        Maybe the stars aren't yet ready to accept their descendants, perhaps they don't even remember sending pieces of themselves to the earth , raining fire down from the heavens upon the earth in a glorious show of power and majesty. If only I could've seen it! If only, but the flames of the structures, the worthless mechanisms dying to the all consuming power of the flames, will sate my appetite for burning. For now. I've begun to get curious, I burn so many structure's, but they will just rebuild, perhaps if I strike the problem at its source, rather than at the leaves. Yes, yes that may work, I've always been curious, about what a human would look like burning, perhaps the difference wouldn't be that great, but what if it is? How will I know if I don't try? This is most bothersome indeed. Do I make one of the great sacrifice's, and end the life of another living creature? Or, do I spend the rest of my days, fighting a battle I may or may not win, always wondering what could've been. I'm done debating, this plan will be in action, soon enough...