Drabble #25
Dec. 9th, 2007 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisukeThe present Konoto was calm. Even when he was young, his serenity put others at ease, and when he was in school, his silent charisma brought everyone together. As they started to learn of their magic and hone their skills, cliques were broken and reformed around the element that had chosen them.
It was then that Konoto came upon his first true obstacle in life.
There were always those who accepted their element without fail. They loved their chosen element and were happiest while working with it. Then there were those who disliked their nature, and tried their best to change. Most were not successful and eventually succumbed to the call of their element. They were unable to hide it from their teachers, who would not help them in the path that was obviously not the one they were meant to take.
Konoto was a mixture of these.
He enjoyed his element. The calm that was water as its fluid motions captivated him. It moved to his every whim and he found being one with it came as naturally as breathing. Even so, he could not help but want for more. His polar opposite, fire, attracted him like a moth with its obvious power. It did not repulse him like the others of his affinity.
Konoto wanted that power for his very own.
So, where many had failed, he was determined to succeed, masking his talent for water beneath a rush of confidence: the epitome of what he was to become. Endless amounts of training in secret made it seem as if the fire that burst from his fingertips was natural. His personality slowly changed to reflect his growing skill in the most volatile of weapons.
He was the same, yet different, and none could find fault in his skills. His passion fell second to no one. He was second to no one, and his fire burned brightest of them all. His teachers praised him, and he continued to learn. Nothing but mastery of this element would satisfy him, because always, in the back of his mind, his neglected water waited.
It lurked in a desolate pool, biding its time, ready to snuff out the flames of his efforts in retribution.
Even so, Konoto pressed on, paving his own road until he reached his goal, bathed in the fires of success as his elders granted him the title of Master.
It was then, and only then, that he reach out with his hand to test the water, to see if his neglect had done permanent damage to his element. For a while, it seemed reluctant to do his bidding. He had betrayed it and himself. Perhaps he was fortunate that water had always forgiven him, or maybe he thought too highly of himself...
It might have been that they were inexplicably drawn to each other, or -when he dropped his fiery mannerisms- water was more apt to being handled by him. It flowed in its graceful arc around his hand, ready to begin again, this time containing the fires that had been consuming him, even under the watchful eyes of the other Masters. He let his true nature show, unrepentant for his deception.
Water was his partner, and fire would never be anything more than his mistress.
It was then that Konoto came upon his first true obstacle in life.
There were always those who accepted their element without fail. They loved their chosen element and were happiest while working with it. Then there were those who disliked their nature, and tried their best to change. Most were not successful and eventually succumbed to the call of their element. They were unable to hide it from their teachers, who would not help them in the path that was obviously not the one they were meant to take.
Konoto was a mixture of these.
He enjoyed his element. The calm that was water as its fluid motions captivated him. It moved to his every whim and he found being one with it came as naturally as breathing. Even so, he could not help but want for more. His polar opposite, fire, attracted him like a moth with its obvious power. It did not repulse him like the others of his affinity.
Konoto wanted that power for his very own.
So, where many had failed, he was determined to succeed, masking his talent for water beneath a rush of confidence: the epitome of what he was to become. Endless amounts of training in secret made it seem as if the fire that burst from his fingertips was natural. His personality slowly changed to reflect his growing skill in the most volatile of weapons.
He was the same, yet different, and none could find fault in his skills. His passion fell second to no one. He was second to no one, and his fire burned brightest of them all. His teachers praised him, and he continued to learn. Nothing but mastery of this element would satisfy him, because always, in the back of his mind, his neglected water waited.
It lurked in a desolate pool, biding its time, ready to snuff out the flames of his efforts in retribution.
Even so, Konoto pressed on, paving his own road until he reached his goal, bathed in the fires of success as his elders granted him the title of Master.
It was then, and only then, that he reach out with his hand to test the water, to see if his neglect had done permanent damage to his element. For a while, it seemed reluctant to do his bidding. He had betrayed it and himself. Perhaps he was fortunate that water had always forgiven him, or maybe he thought too highly of himself...
It might have been that they were inexplicably drawn to each other, or -when he dropped his fiery mannerisms- water was more apt to being handled by him. It flowed in its graceful arc around his hand, ready to begin again, this time containing the fires that had been consuming him, even under the watchful eyes of the other Masters. He let his true nature show, unrepentant for his deception.
Water was his partner, and fire would never be anything more than his mistress.
