A very long time ago, so long not even your grandma can remember, a new species was born. They had many different elements forged into them. One type had earth powers. They could make trees and plants grow with one touch of their fingers. Another type was a fire golem. They could set things on fire and project lava out their hands. The last type was water. He could breathe underwater, and speak to fish.

One day a very unique golem formed. He had the powers of all 3 golems. He would usually use his powers for good, like helping animals, or growing forests. But eventually he grew mad with power. He started attacking other golems, even killing them. The gods heard aout this, and decided to ban his powers. He was so embarrased that he lost his powers because the other golems were making fun of him. He decided to crawl into a cave, angry with the other golems.

He stayed in there for many years, waiting for his powers back. He never had them returned to him, and to this day, lurks in the caves beneath.

moral I guess: use what you get wisely