Fire Series: 7 - Sacred Song of Transformation
The clearing I created did not last long. On my flight towards the center of the mountains, I found myself defending against the searing rain once more. I was almost depleted with energy; was running out of mental will. Another massive attack was not going to be possible anymore. Making it to my destination became a matter of life and death – regardless if both or either possibilities actually existed in this place. Just a little more.
I knew I was rocketing through the air but it felt like an eternity. I feared that the mountain range may have just been an illusion, a mirage; that perhaps invisible forces were just trying to fool me.
During such contemplation, however, I suddenly found myself hovering near the foot of the mountains. The formations of earth moved closer to me like a picture brought up to my face. And now that I have reached them, they didn’t look any special; just brown barren lands that didn’t even have the presence of a single moss.
Except for this mass of soil, all else have been devoured by the lava. I needed to land. A few more moments and I was going to be completely out. I lingered in the sky in search of a good spot. Just then, something glistening came up on my view. A lake.
Fire Series: 6 - Flight of the Fire Angel
As orbs of fire kept shooting down, I took to the air with a fury I was certain I have never felt. “Heaven” no longer seemed appropriate; hell made the sky its new home. Thick ropes of dazzling flame replaced the clouds and bustled like a sea of dragons against an even more endless ruby.
But my forbidden form was not to be beaten.
My body became one with a mystical kind of fire. I had the wings of an angel but I raged like an inferno. Limitless energy surged through me; I knew I have just gotten invincible – perfect for this concluding battle with fate. I transformed into my own fortress.
All that went my way in mid-air shattered to pieces. A single wave of my hand unleashed an invisible projectile packed with the force of ten missiles. Everything else simply went through my body and disintegrated even before they have completely passed.
The ground below shook mightily, spewing molten lava. I realized that it will not take long for everything beneath to dissolve. I was trapped; I had to stay in flight.
It was a task easier said than done. The power I have harnessed has inevitably started becoming difficult to control. I displayed ferocity on the outside but struggled deep within. I didn’t have to be told that time was running out until I got consumed by it.
An average person would not have lasted, let alone behold the awesome event. It was perhaps the greatest depiction of the end of days: an angelic figure with the wrath of hell itself battling its way through the firestorm.
I felt a pang of sadness upon remembering where I was. This is how much life seemed to hate me… I need to fight even my own subconscious to survive and continue evolving.
It was time. I closed my eyes and prepared for one last great effort.
Now! Opening my eyes, I let my body explode with concentrated beams of flame in every direction. The world felt like it stopped.
My path was finally cleared. I made haste without blinking on a one way flight to the mountains ahead.
Fire Series: 5 - A Forbidden Form
The burst of light spread through the entire land and even made me delude myself of having gone blind. I looked up after recovering my eyesight and noticed that the sky was actually clearing – not summer-clear but calm enough based on this place’s standards. One final fist of ice dropped to the ground before the dark clouds ultimately pushed forward, leaving everything in a wet and muddy bedlam.
There I was, attacked by an elemental occurrence which I have always considered as my own psychosomatic power. I was left stunned and without an idea of what to feel. Despite the devastating atmosphere, however, I took a minute to relax. The gem shone again and my wounds slowly healed.
I resumed my travel after some sufficient rest. Needless to say it was no longer a cakewalk. I had to make my way around the rocks and jump the cracks that the lightning storm and the earthquakes have created.
Fire Series: 4 - Before the Final Onslaught
This can no longer be a reverie. The entertainment came to an end when my real self assumed the position of my dream self. I still did not know where I was but the pain and the anxiety have definitely become real. Most of all, I was gripped by our divine instinct to fear for our lives.
Moments passed and my dream costume inevitably got beaten down by the hail storm’s tremendous wrath; my body obtained bruises due to its lessened power. I was wounded and I was aching everywhere. Eventually, I realized that the armor had started using my own life force and will as its energy. This made me heal much slower than earlier. By this time, it was only as strong as I was mentally.
Blood dripped from the injuries I sustained while trying to shield myself. I looked around me and chaos was all I saw. Ice relentlessly rocketed down from the heavens by the thousands, creating small craters as they fiercely kissed the earth. It was as if God blew on the clouds to freeze the moisture and the angels sent every icicle hurtling downwards. And while all of these were happening so fast it also seemed like I was witnessing the storm in awesome slow-motion.
I ran with every ounce of my anguish. Ultimately, I stopped caring and just let the frozen cannonballs hit me freely. Even in this fictitious place, life is unable to favor me… so it may as well end here. I wanted to cry out loud but was only capable of silent sobs; was desperate to scream but as always was simply limited to absorbing the hurt inside, never even able to implode. With a cloudy eyesight, I looked back. The faces of those who were ever significant in my past flashed before me. Much of the sudden remembrances tasted bitter. I knew that no one was going to aid me.
An earsplitting roar of thunder signaled the final stages of this apocalypse.
Fire Series: 3 - Personal Blizzards
Thin and whitish ribbons of energy looked like they were coming off my pores and flurried around my skin. It was a soft radiance but obvious nonetheless. My eyes were directed to another faint but more luminous shine emanating from the center of my breastplate. I realized then that embedded in it was a small blue gem.
A lightning bolt hit nearby once more, sending a large chunk of debris towards me. At the same time that I made a futile effort to avoid it, I also felt helplessness as I unwillingly watched the improvised projectile. Its trajectory was unmistakable; my reflex was unable to allow me to fully shield myself. I shut my eyes hard and just imagined the excruciating pain I knew I was going to experience next.
Direct hit! The rock blew apart upon impact on my body; the broken down pebbles making loud clattering sounds against my armor. But it was the oddest thing – I opened my eyes and realized that I was completely unscathed. Most of all, that I did not feel anything.
