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Goddess of Fire

Goddess of Flames

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Date: Oct 15, 2008

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Stretching her consciousness out beneath the ground she felt the movement of the Earth, a deep knowledge of the fires of the mountain flowed through her spirit as she slept. Cacooned in nightmares where she had been trapped for a thousand years she waited to be awoken. When she last walked the islands fire had sprung up at her feet, and at her word the natives sacificed to her. That was the time of all-seeing, when the elementals ruled the islands in their tempests. Pele, the people had called her, believeing her to be a Goddess. So old was she that she had no imaginings that she could be anything but an immortal. So it was that she took that name to herself, and when she was sunk into the belly of darkness to save the island, the people mixed her in with the myths of their Goddess until one and the other were indistinguishable from eachother. In that darkness she lay trapped, and the islands knew peace. For time unremembered there were rumors but no truth to the temperment of the elemental Gods. But a time of great turmoil spoiled the webs of magicks that held her away. When the seven tailed fox was released from its statue it tore a cosmic hole in the fabric of myst that was woven around the island. At first no more than a murmer would be spoken among local mystics, of changes in the weather and the temperment of the waves. None were still alive who could foretell what was coming. From where she lay at Halemaumau, the fire pit of Kilauea crater on the island of Hawaii she began to rise from the cosmic state of unbeing, gathering her power to her once again. All across the island creatures of power gathered and used their gifts upon her soil. From this she garnered boons of strength to draw herself together. From a state of pure energy to a creation of flesh and bone with white hot lava running through her veins, Pele rose beneath the coiling fluid of the crater. Limbs long and elegant formed and lifted from the mire, hair bright as fire swept back from a face that blazed with eyes like endless tunnels of flame. Blinking she saw the world for the first time, and in her heart ached a longing to destroy what had been created in her absence. To rule again and see the masses bow before her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "It is said, if you remove one of the volcanic rocks, Pele will curse you with back luck till it is returned. We have infact ha-" WHOOSH! A long jet steam rose up from a crater. The flash of cameras went off. Digital and the few plastic disposable ones. A group of tourist lead by one of the park rangers who was in the middle of telling the story of Pele. How the rocks around the park were cursed if anyone took them without cause or reason. Another day at the park. Though the story never had that much impact when he had told it before. The ranger, did not know why the crater erupted now. It had not gone off in nearly hundreds of years. He was in the middle of dialing the main office, when SHE appeared. The flashes kept going. It was a strobe of flashing lights in the middle of the afternoon. A beauty with hair the color of molten lava. Eyes the color of fire and skin so pure like freshly fallen snow. Breasts shaped like the moon. "Pele." Was the only thought the man could come up with, and the thought spread like wildfire until tourists whispered it from one to another. Shivering with delight as they photographed the naked woman whose body dripped with lava that should have burned her flesh away. "Miss! Are you alright?!" The tour guide jumped the fence that seperated the crater from the park. She had not been there before. He didn't know where she had come from. The woman was breath taking. He had seen vampires before, and a few of the newest creatures that had come to the islands. She was nothing like them! Nothing like them at all. Walking naked through the volcanic park. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever encountered. Pele was said to be beautiful. He just never imagined. Some men thought the same as the ranger. They were jumping the gate to get to her as well. Women were screaming for the men to get back, to let the ranger deal with it. They didn't listen and kept walking to her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where she stepped lava bubbled up. No one seemed to notice as she walked calmly to the small gathering of men. None were worthy. None! They all needed to die. As she watched them her face never changed. All across the island the volcanos rumbled and the waves crashed to shore as under water the ground trembled. She would have her vengeance on those who had cast her aside. For the moment though she needed to recover from the long sleep she had been cursed to. A perfect hand lifted to her forehead and she sighed, body left to slump to the ground as the men swarmed to her aid. "Yes," she thought. "Come and help me you pitiful fools. Help me and watch as I bring this island to its knees." She would rest and gather her strength, then she would destroy the creatures of the island. Lava would flow and the curse of Pele would sink this pathetic rock beneath the seas. __________________

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