Burned Ice

Author's Note:

The legend states that according to the ancient Greeks' beliefs, there were only four elements that sustained and made up the most familiar concept that has become your home. Earth.

Around 450 BC, this theory had become more than just a reality, for those who had maintained and occupied Earth.

A scientific philosopher, whose name goes by Aristotle, later on supported and added to this theory for the world to know. Scientists found themselves teaching this theory to billions of students every  day, however they had no idea how wrong Aristotle was when he approved of the theory that now has everyone else in suspense and in current investigations, trying to prove if what the rumor that had been carried since such early era was true or not.

I'm not trying to oppose or intervene Aristotle's ways of thinking. On the contrary, it's understandable how a man from the human race, is just curious to investigate where he lives, and craves for an answer according to the surroundings he finds himself surrounded by, every single day.

I'm just speaking for what I know it's real and for what's not. I know it's easy for humans to understand and believe everything that occurs before their eyes. It's a realistic sight, and that's where the most damaging flaw is found. The brain's tendency of jumping into conclusions and always believing it's right.

But the trick it's in the human's brain. The brain is a vital part of the human's body, obviously.

But what you're brain manages to interpret, can differ a lot from the undiscovered mystery of how reality works. We can manipulate your thoughts and what you see every single day.

After all, your brain loves to solve puzzles, and instead of involving itself deeper in the explanation, your brain accepts the first solution it witnesses.

I inhaled deeply, hugging my knees that were tightly pressed to my chest. Saltpeter filled my nostrils and lungs, keeping my breathing at a calm rate.

The sound of crashing waves against the rock I sat in, made the oh, so familiar sound that I've loved since I was born.

A perfect twilight beyond the horizon, where the sun set down, illuminated the calmed ocean that I've maintained over all these years that I've been alive.

Even though it's unreal, everything is real. I may have a human form, but I know that's all I'll ever be.

Now don't get me wrong, but just in case you get any second thoughts, I am not a robot or anything related to that matter.

I won't get to have what all humans are capable of having, though. They get to have responsibilities and duties just like everyone else has in this world, but they might never get to have it so harsh and so real, as it'll ever be for me and the matter kind.

I had duties and responsibilities to attend on my own, and as unreal as it gets for you to believe, that responsibility or mission of mine, whichever you prefer to call it, was to hold the ocean and the ice always in it's cause.

Under the smooth, yellowish-orange, pink sky, a herd of seagulls flew in circle motions around a few rocks that stand in the ocean's wet sandy shore.

I stared in awe and admiration, as these creatures prolonged their white wings.

Their screeched noises were enough for me to feel at total peace and at full tranquility.

Oh, how I adore nature.

I stole another deep breath from the ocean breeze that caressed my soft, pale skin; and enjoyed myself with the sounds of the water's nature before it was time to go back.

Silently, I admired my antique, aquamarine, silver ring. Expecting for the actual stone to glow in the dark.

As expected, a blue-white glow from my gem flickered two times. Signaling, it was time for me to go back.

I pressed the upper, small button aside my aquamarine crystal-blue gem, and like an indistinct, quick glitch, my body disperse into a million of tiny water molecules traveling faster than the ocean itself, drawn to the center of the earth.

Like a quick splash, my body quickly gathered itself back into my normal frame.

White empty walls surrounded my baby-blue bed, of where I know laid. The blue decorations that I had taken the time to decorate with, gave the winterish look that complemented my personality matter.

I guess you could say, I'm kind of a guardian myself. As also you may say, I'm the ice female version of the one and only so-called Jack Frost.

A guardian and a lookout of the ocean, that is.

Another Elsa for the whole world to know, that my concentration is on a daily basis of manipulating and controlling ice.

I could hear from downstairs, a small back and forth bickering from both of my parents. It was quite normal since my dad was an ice man with a cold personalit while my mom managed to be a more water concentrated woman, with a warm heart.

I had inherited my father's traits, obtaining the gift of freezing butts all over the entire worldwide nation. But deep down inside, I knew, I was just like my mother; sweet, caring, and warm. Which was considered an enough reason for me to also have control over the water substance.

I tightly gripped my blue quilt enrolling myself in the smooth fabric of my bed's comfort.

Not like there was any reason for me to sleep engulfed in bed sheets. I was a cold-blooded matter. While normal human beings contained warm blood in their body systems.

After rolling in bed several times managing to find a pleasant position to sleep in. My eyes finally gave up and everything else evolving my surroundings, disappeared in complete darkness.