beautiful, but dangerous

I stared at the enormous fire. It danced like a ballerina. So beautiful, but dangerous. I reached out to the fire, feeling its warmth spreading through my body. Suddenly, the fire started decreasing in size.

“I was supposed to protect it,” I murmured, gazing at the beautiful fire that was shrunk in size. Slowly, it disappeared to nothing.

Around me, buildings were burned to darkness, and ash filled the baby blue sky.

I was supposed to protect it.