Artillery of Blossoms- Mythology

4: The Wisps of Flame, a Cheerful Game

The girls were scuffling on the muddy dirt of Earth. The Star, curious to what was going on, dimmed its fire and slowly traveled closer, squinting its eyes. It had such incredible eyesight it could spot tiny details on the girls even when she was so far away.

Plasma seemed to be creating fire with her palms and throwing it at the girls, who tried to swerve the orange flames. Her bright hair was intensely glowing, revealing the joyful and evil grin on her face.

Lake skipped across the mud, her hair billowing around her. She was ducking from the fire Plasma was throwing, and doing it quite terribly- as she frequently got hit by the orange flames, she hissed from discomfort. It did not hurt, but she seemed not to like the feeling of heat.

Wind floated off the ground slightly, swerving from the fire Plasma was throwing, and doing it quite well. She was giggling, and not even a wisp of smoke touched her.

Blossom was playing dirty, trying to knock Plasma off her feet whenever she got hit with a fireball. Her hair was matted with dirt, and she was smirking, a devilish look on her pretty face. Plasma was sending her frustrated looks, making the fire in her hands very large before she punted it at Blossom's head. Blossom let out a faint squeal as the fire ran down her body.

Blossom was never a fair loser, and remarking this the Star let out a smoky huff of amusement.

The four of them- Plasma, Lake, Wind, and Blossom were the 4 sides of a square. Ever since the girls were created, they were inseparable. Racing, playing tic-tac-toe, or any other games they could think of- like the one they were doing currently. There was not a moment without laughter or joy. With a feeling of knowing, the Star knew they needed each other to thrive and were linked in an amazing way.

Watching them continue to play with a little smile on its face, the Star was deep in thought.

This is how the Star wanted the world- happy, carefree, naievë. Every moment the Star watched them tease and joke, it was glad in every part of its heart that it had brought light to the universe. No remorse was left from her lonely days.