Taming of fire
Sparks of fire rose from the earth as fireflies, bonding together to make a flame.
The flame fluttered in the wind, rising and falling, with a pallet of colors binding, mixing and soon disappearing with no trace. The light gold color, the color of the Sun, in the core of the tiny creature, almost representing the life that all came from, mixing with the dark blue contrasted gas and the gradual orange and red mix that surrounded the core.
It escalated, into a fire, destroying everything in its path, like demons raised from the underworld told to leave nothing behind, clawing and snarling at anything they would come across. A dark cloud rose over the blinding picture that would consume you, almost like seeping into your bones and spirit like fear would. The drips of water followed the wave that would calm the savage beast, reducing it slowly, and crating an almost soothing mist that cooled the atmosphere.
There was nothing.