The beginning of the end
"That is exactly what I am going to do," I growl, lowering my voice as my hand tightens further around the flame, protective, if not wary. "I-"
A spark of light exudes from the flame that is clutched between us. Minute at first, barely visible, as though it is a trick of the light, then it flares once more, leaving no room for impossibility. The flame is moving on its own.
"Why is it doing that?" Kal asks, lowering his voice to a whisper, as though fearing something (or someone) might hear him. Warily, I reach out two fingers to skim over the crystal encased flame, my mind buzzing with questions that have seemingly no answers. Under my touch, the crystal hums against my skin, like a song, or a voice that sings through the wind on the darkened hours of twilight, a voice that cannot be places, or proven it is ever really there. And yet I hear it- that wordless song of power thrumming through my veins. I pull away my hand.