Ancient and forgotten.

It transformed fields of bare stone

into wonders of life

and magic.

It carved mountains,

drained oceans,

and burned skies.

It never faded.

It only grew stronger.

Hidden away, waiting to be found.

The stronger it grows

the louder it calls.

Others seek to claim this power

for strength,

balance,

control.

I was weak then,

naive.

So I vowed...

never again.

Few can resist the call of power.

Many say I hold too much power.

Others say I can't be trusted.

Maybe they're right...

But the only power I truly have

is the strength to let it go.