Primal Magic

Stepping off the concrete stair, I slide my feet through the sand, greeting each individual crystalized rock with my soles. A shuttering breath climbs out of my lungs as the sand gives way to cuddle my feet. It felt as if the sun's rays leaped in ecstasy, wrapping me in a warm embrace. From my bosom sprang gleeful beats, filling me with a comforting bliss as my body soaked in the sun. I choked back a sudden sob; these primal energies made tears well up in awe of their beauty.

I reach out with my power like arms of pure love. I spread my will around me until I could feel sand and water sway at the slightest thought.

I sighed with yearning, "Would you grace me with your love?"

Almost like a blush, I felt a static fill the air in my vicinity. My loose shirt and harem pants flow lightly in the charged space as I throw a fist. The sand responded, twirling around my driving foot in a gentle grasp. I let my hips raise a kick; water flicking into the sunlight as glitter. I glide each step in a tight circle and the sand holds me steady, an assurance that I move as one with its energy. Soon, the birds tuned in, singing a song for me to move to Birds sang us sweet melodies, the creatures swept up in our passionate dance.

Though I was moving with extreme control and effort, natural forces extended a gale to rid me of sweat and fatigue. I close my eyes and feel my heart nexus blossom with power. Like a rose bud ready to bloom, the growing energies spread through me until it could no longer be contained. I guide my love into my thrusting palm, pouring pure will into the ocean beside me. Goosebumps ripple across my flesh as the water relaxed under my "touch".

Static energies intensified as I kicked more of myself into the water. Each movement breathing new life into my very essence. Each shout a wave through connection of powers. I slice through an oncoming breeze with a bladed hand as I coax a ball of the rushing wind into my palm before pressing it into a rising crest. The wave burst into beautiful colors born through the prism of droplets racing back into the ocean. As the air thickened with more energy, I felt my own power swell to match it. It was time.

With a swift motion, I extend my reach to gravity around each multi-colored droplets. The force causing the drops to fall averted it's nature as I entangled it and crackled with joy. While the wave sunk back into a blue abyss, I gingerly began to weave bows of light into them. I gently caress the gravity under each droplet with flowing hands and they begin to inch toward me. I walk out to touch them, imparting my own energies to ignite each lightbow into beads of white.

Each bow of bliss bends and flows through every beadlike prism until a brilliant rainbow begins to form. I leap, the air carrying my feet aloft the sand as I weave the water prisms together, casing plums of earth in my wake. Carefully, I lower my hands to my sides and witness my work.

It stood there, illuminating the sand around its feet. It moved with a grace untethered to this world. It sled across sand and brought life to the tiny crystals, leaving an ethereal footprint with each movement. Tears streamed from my eyes as it punched and kicked with fierce beauty. It was an echo; a replica of my teacher. The last thing he taught me before peace returned to us all. He left me with lots to learn, but he gave me the greatest gift: his primal magic system.

While his system of natural energy manipulation served as a complete martial art, it was his artistry with it that brought me here. How he could string light through water or put fireworks to shame with gravel made living worth the pain. It wasn't just for warfare or destruction; it held beauty and promoted life; it promoted my life, and pulled me from a bleak existence.

It was his delicate steps and flowing movements that woke up the passion in me.

He can't be here to teach me. Not anymore.

But this is his gift. A gift I share with the Earth. A power he died to preserve, and an art I will dedicate my life to passing on.

I swayed my hand, my will massaging the gravity around the water's new corporal form, smoothing the magical tether until it released it's tie to gravity. The light-bearing form of my teacher gave me a thumbs up before sparklets began to fall from his form, replaying his last words to me,

"Our lessons are done. You can take it from here. I have faith you will figure the rest out on your own so I dub you as the new vessel for my family art. Make me proud."

I commit each new movement I saw in his ghostly practice to memory before whispering the words I never got to say: "Thank you for breathing life back into my world."

The droplets fell into the sand. I walked over to the damp, muddied earth to watch as the last bit of light still buried in the moisture withered out quietly. I wipe my face, and reach out to the scattered earth beneath me, digging my fingers in until I felt warmth hug them. I still feel his power deeply engrained in these sands.

I bow to the ocean and I scatter some sand around as I turn a bittersweet smile to the heavens.

"Thank you, teacher, for saving the world..."