Ice, Fire, Water

Night.
Silence.
Gazing out across the open sky.
Wealth and power keeping us all above.
But people desire it.
They come.
A whirring noise.
The sound of wings.
Light.
Sound.
Wounds down the skin of my vessel.
And on me.
Glass shattering.
A shadow overhead.
Silence.
Then, smoke.
Fire.
And the feeling of falling.
The frozen lake rushes towards us.
I am atop a ball of fire.
The ice vanishes.
Cold water taking it's place.
Skin falls on the water.
Is it mine?
No, there, marked on the side.
Aurora.
And then it is gone.
I am flying.
Leaving the world of hot and cold.
Father.