[punctuation is kicking my ass so i wrote a literal goddamn ballad because that is obviously tenfold easier. same AU as in 'up in the mountain' and yes. i AM planning on making a goddamn neorenaissance painting of this because what even is my life]
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Up in the Mountain, in the highest of skies,
a group of immortals, their den there lies.
Though interference was not forbidden,
most remained from the lower hidden.
Back-to-back their brain and brawn,
of elements a whole pantheon.
Their purpose – child of chaos and harmony,
no matter how few—or how many.
Like a cat in the Sun, lazing with a hum,
of fiery spirit and character too.
No need to run – his eyes, they glisten of fun,
beckoning auretels – another pair, another two.
A draught? In the place of flame—tiny dance of smoke,
Disturbed wings, twinkling of urgence and panic.
Only one to blame for the heat able to choke,
and eyes – the look in them oh-so manic.
"What are you telling? To melt? For alchemy?
Divine beings, captured for kill?"
With haste, through passages, he was all shimmy,
And in front of the all-seeing, the God stood still.
"Show me the sinners! Where do they live?
I won't be merciful, punishments are to give!"
Roars of volcanoes, laments of trees,
that shall teach the ungrateful fleas.
Horror struck elsewhere, forgotten sin,
Guided by the messenger, it is Cole who walks in.
So far yet so near, stands the one he holds dear,
Prayer to cease the mayhem, wait for others to hear.
Left magma to simmer, left flames to burn,
At the council, the Gods spoke in turn:
"For human sins there comes moral,
be it with action—or be it oral."
"A parent shall not beat their child,
our repayment thus should be mild."
"To eschew more kinned mistakes,
a missionary is, perhaps, what it takes?"
Another tongue, sharp and to a point,
bellowed, "All of you have lost your mind!"
Resentful to seeing all hands joined,
"There's just one way – punish the human kind!"
Of other resolve, reaching for clarity,
"Reprimand without losing our sanctity!"
Steady like earth, always the caretaker,
not even his gazes could soothe the firemaker.
Ashes for living, burnt corpse's stench,
a furied thirst dying would not quench.
Remained no lungs that could not wheeze,
and no nights filled by cries of faithful pleas.
Hours to days to weeks have turned,
fewer buildings, less trees to get burnt.
Desperate, heartbroken, comes the last resort,
Earth takes Fire to the astral port.
With no matter, their spirits had travelled,
to show to Kai what truly had mattered.
What came at the cost of his restless rampage;
who were the spotlighted of his bloodied hell-stage.
Innocent blood – evaporating.
"This is the damage you are curating."
Why, why, why, why—
Gods, what have we done? What I?
Molten flesh, no gold in their parts,
if not counting the innocent hearts.
Women and children – whose lives do come first,
manage to cease the raging God's thirst.
"Do you finally see the end of your actions?"
Through smoke and screams, a prayer comes in fractions:
"Firemaker, Firemaker, please, don't abandon me.
Protect me now like you did when I scraped my knee."
Presence never known before, the name's Fia,
Smog hazing his vision or the unknown fog?
People saving every mouse, every dog,
Love stabbed throughout his heart like a poisonous spear.
"Firemaker, Firemaker, forgive whatever I have done,
please, don't let fire and me become one."
From their auditorium he did depart,
followed the voice, flames set apart.
In the house's skeleton, he became physical,
vision weakened but determined to answer call.
Struggling and fighting, a little young child
amongst the flames, and her hair – wild.
Eyes unseeing and lungs in a fight,
the God found his purpose to save her the plight.
Feathery light, in his arms she fit well,
She was not dying—but on that do not dwell.
Quick and safe, away from the mayhem,
in grass the God lay the little young maiden.
Breath so shallow and skin so pale,
Eyes unseeing and soul ready to sail.
"This is the end, she will live no more."
For those words came a desperate roar:
"Bring Zane here. Or somebody–to save—"
"It is too late, Kai, that's the path that you pave."
"I will not take this. It is not the end.
Take back your words, say they're not meant!"
"Listen to me, we can't perform miracles!
It is her purpose now, turn to star's particles.
"Our blood may be different but not so
that we can stop life's greatest woe."
Parted lips, mouth agape,
stubborn mind refusing no 'scape.
Fashion of horses – also blinded,
How to restore the spirit kind, red.
Symbol of loyalty, a desperate act,
Began the process of blooded pact.
A slash, then two; sharp, burning pain,
life oozing through the wounded vein.
Soul rekindled, roots intertwined,
Regained love and care for the human kind.
Regrets and sorrow, guilt and shame,
Asleep mind reaching for your name.
A sight unseen, never been, so rare,
Eyes blinded by the newfound flare.
With time, frightened dust rested,
Was destiny with this now bested?
All remained was to wait and see,
what scavenged of her life could be.
Armful, cold; "Let go," – overture refused,
With Earth's help back to wherefrom they mused.
Departing two, returning three,
aurutels captive were now set free.
Many dances of the Sun and Moon,
Many times did Cole try to croon.
The vigil, the focus, he could–would not break,
no matter how long her life's at stake.
Hair turned red, temperature rises,
Watchful eye hiding inner crisis.
Knowing who awaited – new home, name Gaol,
Doing what's wrong Fire will never fail.
"Don't think of Destructors, they're not your family,"
Unsaid the ache for responding airily.
"Symbol of hatred, that's me, abused,"
"Never seen fire for the good be used?"
Freezing heartache, akin of loss,
In his embrace, lay in moss.
Flooding lakes, population: fish,
just not the kind refused for dish.
From dusk comes dawn,
Rises new Goddess, before a pawn.
Heat and Fire, hand in hand,
deathly afraid of the newborn land.
Weeks to months to years have turned,
Fire alone no longer burnt.
Buried in his white-hot sands,
the God of Pyre wished amends.
Through all the zealous affection,
not a day passed lacking the question:
"Why, Father mine, my title Wyldfyre?"
Kai's prying memory, cloud forever dire.
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