She was the the last Master, the Elemental Master and she could manipulate air, water, earth and fire. She could raise tsunamis, create earthquakes, manifest tornados of awesome destructive power and could burn the whole earth in an inferno of fire. She had used these elements to focus humanities conscious mind on its peril. As she stood there with here filigree wings of structured bone her tied back long blonde hair, her fine silken translucent robe with her sword of mastering hitched to her side, she gazed around at the snow topped mountains, the low clouds that weaved in and out of the mountain peaks, watching the clear blue water flowing downwards to a place she chose not see. She was done with her unnatural sight and vision. The air here was thin but pure the earth below her feet soft fertile and loamy, the air was cold but there was behind her a gold pot filled with stones emitting fire, offering a semblance of warmth but she never felt the cold or warmth at all.
As she stood still taking in the view, a voice spoke behind her, ‘so what brings you here divine one’, barely acknowledging the voice she retorted softly. ‘I am leaving, it’s time to go’. She turned to face the direction of the voice and saw the tall slender Buddhist Monk, with his tanned face and head, his purple and orange robes. His face was kindly his smile one of peace. ‘I can do no more for these mortals’, the Monk nodded, ‘they have tested even the greatest saints. Our order is travelling to the void in the mountains to Shambala, we too have accepted the signs and come to terms with the inevitable’. She nodded solemnly. ‘Where are you going divine one, back home to the celestial realms? ‘Not sure? Maybe. The most important thing is to leave these to their own endeavours, I have selected a few enlightened beings as I am sure you have so that this race maybe renewed in a different dimension. There is hope yet for those awakened enough too see.’ The monk nodded and putting his hands together bowed forward in reverence and turned leaving.’ As he walked away she spoke again, ‘I had such high hopes for them. We gave them Eden and look what they have done. They have broken my heart.’ A tear ran down her cheek as the monk disappeared. His Sandals left no trace or tracks as he finally vanished from view. She then raised her sword aloft and recited an incantation that transitioned those hand picked to another dimension. Bracing her feet apart and locking her knees she then weaved patterns with her sword, like a conductor orchestrating a symphony. Tears now flowing hands trembling, she recited one last long incantation. In that moment global earthquakes ripped through continents, tornados tore through destroying towns and cities, tsunamis raced into shorelines breaking with awesome destruction over everything in its paths, and wild fires roared burning down all in its wake. Humanities screams echoed, resonating pain, hurt and suffering. On this most poignant of days, New Years Eve humanity was renewed a fresh in a different dimension as this warlike, violent, hateful, greedy humanity was sent into extinction. Earth would recover and new species would flourish as natures way insists. The Elemental Master paused in prayer before spreading her wings and flying into the cosmic void conjured up before her high in the now dark sky. She took one last look and bid the doomed humanity farewell.