Earth Spirit

She doesn't seem to care that I've startled her. She sits, quite calmly, in her little hollow at the base of the elm. Her hair looks greenish-brown in the light. So does everything else. Even her skin appears green-not sickly, a healthy tinge, like the meadow after a rainstorm.
She blinks her hazel eyes at  me. You know how the eyes of cows and horses look so calming? Her eyes are like that.
Then I notice it. Power. Energy. Magic.
I've met others like her, I realize. And then my mind had tried hinting things to me: She is like the wind itself, forever free I remember thinking, and another time: She looks like she's made of fire.
My brain does the same thing now. She looks like part of the trees, I think.
And she does. She is part of the forest.  I'm grinning now. I know who she is. "You're the Earth Elemental, aren't you?"
She nods "Yes, I am Amber."

Fire Tamer

She turns and smiles.
Her hair is a shocking shade of red blonde, and the sunset behind her doesn't help my eyes.
She looks likes she's on fire.
No, she looks like she's made of fire.


Then I notice her eyes.
They're both brown. Mostly.
One is flecked with red, the other yellow.


A breeze stirs her hair, adding to the fire effect.
She seems to be waiting for me to say something.
"Who...who are you?" I manage.
 She laughs, a sound as warming and yet as dangerous as fire.
"Mortal," she laughs,"do you not know me?"
I shake my head.
"I am Freisa, Fire Tamer."

Wind Child

She doesn't look up, she just keeps dancing. Round, and round, and round, never ceasing never resting,  just dancing. She is like the wind itself, I find myself thinking, forever free.
Her hair, my eyes are drawn to her hair. It is blonde. White blonde, with shimmering places that do not seem to have any color at all.
Finally, she looks at me. Her eyes. Oh Gods, her eyes. Her eyes. Usually eyes are just one color. Sometimes two. Not like hers. Oh gods. They are a million colors, all swirled together.
"What do you want?" she whispers in a voice like the evening breeze. Her words wake me up: her eyes are hypnotic.
"This is private land." I muster up my courage, "You're trespassing. What were you doing any way?"
She glares at me and her amazing eyes seem to fill with lightning. Then something truly awesome happens. She rises into the air. She whispers something that looks like a spell, but at first I think she is mouthing "Jade, send me rain"
Thunder rumbles in the distance. Real lightning, not from her eyes, flashes. Then it is pouring rain.
I fall flat on my face praying. As she alights upon the damp earth I raise my head.
"Oh great goddess, what name do you have? What shall be written at the entrance to your temple?"
She seems pleased with my admiring attitude, but cannot think of what to say. Finally, she shrugs.
"Opal"she says.

Fool's Pride

A flag.
Fifty white stars, embroidered on a sea of blue.
Stripes. Some red, some white, fluttering on the evening breeze.
So proud.
So many stripes. Altogether thirteen.
13.
Unlucky.
An orange glow lights the evening sky.
Flames obliterate the stars. A flag, on fire, the dignity of a nation, no more than ashes on the wind.

The Power of Anger, enough to inspire someone to end the pride of a nation with no more than a match.

Aphrodite

"You're so beautiful" I say.

She looks at me, utter radiance shining from every inch of her perfect form. Beautiful? Hardly. Gorgeous is closer to the mark.She gives me a look of pity. A look reserved for lower life forms. 

I feel anger boiling up inside me. I despise her elegance, never faltering, never messing up. Divine for all eternity. She sits on her throne of gold, and lavish dresses, strings of pearls and amber earrings are heaped up before her as offerings. None of these fineries are good enough for her sublime form, however. She deserves better, she says.

You know she can't help it. This is a new thought in my head. It makes me even angrier because I know she put it there.

"I hate you!" I scream. I can't stand the way she struts about. Compared to her I'm ugly, although compared to mortals I'm breathtaking.

"Now Persephone," she begins, cocking her head slightly, pretending to look concerned, but really attempting to allow her resplendent jewels to catch light.

"Shut up" I say, "I'm going to ask father to send me back to Hades two months early, because compared to you, he's kind!"

I stand up and storm out of the hall, allowing the heavy golden doors to slam behind me. I'm sick of my evil sister-in-law!