(WP) Taming Mother Nature

(WP) Taming Mother Nature

               The sky roared its rage, the wind howling and rending the air, the storm clouds painting the sky black.

               A figure stood below, standing on a cliff, hands raised and eyes on the writhing shadow above them, face set in silent determination.

               One of the most primal and ancient forces of the Earth, Mother Nature, would be tamed to her will, and become hers to control, an addition to a most peculiar curio cabinet of powerful beings: Fathers Time and Christmas, The Sun and Moon, and their children, The Stars. With such power at her disposal, nothing would stop her from taking whatever she pleased: She would rule all, hold worlds and even galaxies in her cupped hands.

               But then, she was getting ahead of herself.

               The woman in the sky descended, revealing a young woman with long, braided brown hair adorned with flowers, bright emerald eyes flaring with wrath, and she was wrapped in a long, colorful gown made of autumn leaves, scarlet, pumpkin, goldenrod and plum, a crown resting on her head made of entwined branches. Freckles dotted her forehead, nose, and chin, giving her a somewhat childlike appearance.

“What do you want, human?” She demanded at last, hovering slightly above the ground, her voice booming and powerful even through the force of the storm.

“It’s simple, really,” replied the other, a smile curving her lips gently upward in spite of herself. “I’ve come to you for your power. It’s beautiful, you see.”

“You aren’t the first human to come to my realm, speaking honeyed words and attempting to woo me,” Mother Nature said, tossing her head. The weather did not abate, the wind still blowing strong through the woman’s clothes, but she was silent, letting the being say her piece.

“However, the only result will be your death.” She added, leveling one arm so that she was holding out a hand to the other woman, fingers splayed open, curled in an almost come-hither gesture. She was as deadly as she was inviting, even in full force.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” The human rejoined, from her place on the cliff. “I have captured people even more powerful, no disrespect intended. But I intend to win.”

Silvery, bright laughter was heard, and this time, the storm fled as quickly as it was conjured. The sun was shining in the clear, blue sky as if the storm had never been.

“You have confidence, I will give you that,” Mother Nature said, smirking with sly amusement. “Who are you?”

“Soon to be your master, but for now, you may call me Mara.” Mara said, and the nature entity nodded.

“Bitter. I’m not sure why, but that name suits you.” Much to her surprise, Mother Nature gently floated down to the cliff, standing opposite her, paying no attention to the roiling waves below. This human was different than all of the others. Of all ages, they’d come, fighting through the forests and journey across the ocean, to find her and bend her to their will. She couldn’t understand why, but she was drawn to this one.

And it wasn’t as if she’d make good on her threat. No one else ever had, and why bother trying? She was one of the first things that had ever existed, and she hadn’t survived—no, thrived—for no reason.

All humans could be swayed. The trick was finding what would make them do so.