In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm.
She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and she shivered. A downward pressure and a shift in temperature. The breeze gusted and became a gale as the sky darkened above her. She shivered again, more violently.
An explosion of movement as birds of every size and color burst aloft. She raised her arm in an attempt to silently call them back. A yawning abyss opened. Many four-legged creatures were swallowed. The sky became darker and then a FLASH! and a deep rumbling.
The birds flew fast. She saw the whites in the eyes of the deer. Rabbits burrowed deeper. Foxes ran. She turned to stop them from fleeing, begging them to take solace in her lairs. A hill tore in two, the wide ravine which replaced it consumed many retreating beasts. Their cries of terror followed by silence.
More flashes of light and then HEAT! she cried in pain as something slapped her skin. Pain in its intensity became almost pleasure. She cried out again. Something moved, exquisite warmth that started at the touch and spread rapidly as the wind became stronger. She lifted her shoulders and fell back down.
The great orange glow devouring everything it touched, ravishing her. She threw her head back and another chasm opened wide, rivers swiftly draining into the deep well she’d created. Cries of terror and loss rose from the throats of the many.
The wind diminished, became a breeze, and then stilled suddenly. The great fire reached an edge, sparked up then leisurely ebbed down until it was nothing. She trembled. Devastation lay along her surface. Raw flesh rising up from violent furrows and claw marks. A fresh stream trickled from a narrow cleft.
She sighed, shattered and exhausted. The sky began to lighten and she lay her head back down. Some timidly peered from their hiding places, those which had survived. Echoes of torment and rapture still ringing in their unperceiving ears. Her eyes fluttered closed and she rested again.
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