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The flickering glow flame captured in a glassy prison was rolling, metronome, on the slab of sate next to silver-lake, flickering on and off and shedding a rosy light on a dim, dank situation. The empty night air closed in and the flame pressed itself against the glass in a desperate attempt at freedom, yet a simple but powerful Sprithan charm repelled the flames and shrank it further into despair. A young silent hand closed around the jar firmly, the mud caked fingers knew better than to open the surprisingly cool to the touch cylinder. Next, a voice, a whisper. A soft and comforting murmur.
'donu en incantaten'
The seal of the jar glowed momentarily in a ring of emblazoned white. It returned quickly to it's still and mortal self being.
'Fly little glow flame, don't be caught' ushered the young Sprithan. As she opened the clasp of the jar and set the small rosy flame free, there was a barely audible sigh of relief as the hum of the glow flame rose to the air, free from captivity. Thankful to her saviour, though curious to its motive. Once above the bark tree canopy of Glendale, Topaz turned to throw her light upon the female Sprithan, and felt a warmth towards her. She knew of this spirit, she had heard her prophesy be recited, She was still young yet, her powers were not fully intact, but the day she finds herself would be a good day, a good day for all creatures, even if a hard one for herself.
'good luck little one. You're adventure is yet to befall you, and it shall be one of the greatest ever written on the scriptures, the greatest Sprithan tale of all,' came a strong but soothing female voice from a mouth concealed by the pink of her glow.
And with that she flew, where they went was a mystery, a tall tale, a tall tale that mothers read to children many eons ago. most had forgot the magic of a Sprithan tale and the truth's behind them.
It was on this night that Lila recalled the tales of old, the tales of the original elemi, whilst watching the ex-captive flame go free. Rare was seen a flame so pink these days that to keep it captured would only dim its light. Although valuable to whomever caught it. Lila was different, Captivity was not a thing that should be associated with nature, Greed was not a trait she looked on with admiration. Content in the fact she did the right thing Lila watched the rosy light fade into the distance, over the trees, the hill, the fence.
The wall.
And wished she too could leave, leave this forest of same routines, and this never ending nostalgia and dejavu. Brushing her sandy brown hair from her face, a face filled with sun kisses and hope. revealing eyes that glistened with the shine of stars but the colour of the sea. A small pair of rose-bud lips and a small upturned petal for a nose. And an expression of determination so bold that her aura glowed gold, Her muddy fingers reached absentmindedly and found there goal loosely clenching around her shredded brown dress of silkworm cotton. She lifted it revealing a pair of beautifully muddy feet, one by one the pair resolutely edged into the shimmering pool in the middle of the glade. Cleaning the beautiful mud from delicate pale feet. Casting nervous glances around her shoulder, ensuring herself no-one was coming, she set her jaw, and waded waist deep into silver-lake.