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The fire, it burns, but it burns special.

The flames bounded across invisible boundaries, they tore down everything within half a thought of whatever foul being so desired to cast them. The voices that sprang and hissed out from the glowing orbs and devils tongues of red and orange were worse. The children lay backed up as far as they could against it, as the adults huddles in the center. Adults, elderly, all defended by the children. It would be a rather sad sight if seen in our world today. Yes a sad sight indeed.

But this was not seen as anything in particular as the the flames sputtered and taunted and yelled and nay some say challenged the people "Liars, traitors, cowards" the list grew on "yellow-bellied, scumm" None of them seemed fazed but for their eyes as the whites grew larger and large the fear of some retracting inwards to themselves.

The flames continued their quest for the ones inside, laying there; not sure whether the flames would break free from the invisible but in the hearts and minds bounds that tied it to the other world from whence it came."Gutless, soft-hearted." The flames began to whisper seductively. Almost the purr of an engine or cat.

The leaping winds bounded across the sky reflected in their admirers eyes. The eyes like glass reflecting the twisted flames. They warped and did tricks like that no acrobat has yet to perform. And they whispered. "deserter, deceiver" the voices though not growing louder in volume seemed to make themselves heard "backstabber." It was but a wisp of flame that crossed the invisible line.

The glassy eyes drew forth to the raw beauty presented them. The reflection drew closer. Until finally when not a scream was let out, the child:

It was a young boy, he was nine, he had brown hair, and green eyes before they turned to glass, in tattered cloths.

Walked into the fire.

Note| Sorry another short one!

Angel?

A man sat down, and more gathered around him. Suddenly all was silent as an almost melodic voice floated out into the air. A spell.


"A long time ago
Only two years

A long time ago
There was a little boy
And there was a name
And there was another

But a long time ago
This little boy

Died."

A tale to tell
The kids who go listen to the church's bell
 And feel their hearts have sunk into a well
Their only wish is to rest, whether in heave or he**

No need for any whip
No need for any spur
Only a need for words from venemous lip

Is what this story is

"People, in a place that is different and the same to our own; whichever one you may live in there was a little boy. And he lived in a place, probably much different than yours. And he lived a life that catered to his every whim and need. And yet still there was something he did not have. Every thing in the world was his to own and control if he pleased. Every power he could ask for was presented to him. And yet there remained. That which he could not own simply.

For is not the heart of another the greatest gift? He thought not; something such as simple as this was a mere trifle to what he had before. He was curious. So he decided to step down from his pedestal, and seek out that which the ones he saw beneath him were able to possess.  

Such as classic tale today; when he meets one begotten by another and dies unto the point of a sword living in misery ever after."

The story ended but the man continued on:

"But the lesson learned here from this tale young listeners, is that one should not betray all that is righteous for that which you desire. For this boy could have been angel, but he stepped down, because his desires."

And with that the story teller cursed his listeners.

  
If something is so fragile as to break at the touch of its opposite then it could never touch the world or be in balance.