High in the trees, a young spirit awakes. Unlike other spirits, this one never showed itself, in fact, none of the other spirits knew of this one's existence.
The wind.
The wind was young, get as old as the earth itself. Fun, yet just as destructive as the hot magma in volcanoes, or the sharp lighting from storms. The wind was a force to be reckoned with, but no one knew who controlled it.
The wind began its day, twirling around the trees, dipping dodging. Misplacing seeds that would one day grow into forests. Pulling up sand to one day build a mountain.
Fast and Spontaneous, the wind would fill the sails of a ship just as quickly as it would smash it against the rocks.
Twisting, tumbling, the wind bounded across the world. Causing chaos, giving hope, destroying, and creating.
This was the Wind's dance.
And what a sight it was.
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