The ocean sings to me. The deserts, the wind, the rivers whisper to my soul. The mountains and forests beckon to me, but they are not my masters. I listen to the fire above all else. Starfire and kindling, candlelight and infernos. I am not a disciple of fire – I am fire. I am wings of flame and sparks on the wind, dampened only by the bitter winter rain and the coldness of an empty universe. I close my eyes and see only waterfalls of flame and molten rock. I breathe deeply of the ash and char to refresh my spirit and subdue my elemental nature. I open my eyes and return to a far more serene place, the cool and calm world of my physical home. -- The Crystal Lattice
I am finding this opening chapter to be a bit tedious, so I've made the intro a little more interesting I hope. I wrote the first draft when I was twenty-one and I'd like to think my writing skills have improved since then. This isn't just an edit, it's a complete overhaul. I'm still in the first chapter because I've altered over half of the sentences. The story remains the same, the words are different.