The snow absorbs the sound, leaving only the neon glow. It feels like a village in a dream I can't quite remember, a perfect stop on a road that has no destination. Which house is yours? (And why is it so quiet?)
Footsteps were heard through the forest. A small hooded person carrying a candle kept on advancing through the dark. It's vibrant grey cloak could be seen swaying with how fast they were going.
It felt like someone, or something, was chasing it. What could it be ? Truthfully they didn't know either, but one thing was sure they just had to keep running.
Running was something they were great at. Agility just like everyone else in the council. Something that was pure pride for them all.
Though if anyone would have said that they would be running for their life, just for a candle, they would have laughed at the idiocy of it.
But here they were, it felt like they were chased down. Chased down for having a candle who had it's flame white.
A white flame. Something that isn't used to see, something strange for this world. Compared to all other flames who had an orange reddish glow to it.
The council had found it created in the temple. The one candle on the altars of the star became completely white compared to the red it used to be.
One of the members was then decided to carry the flame, the candle to destination. Where the stars and magic were the most felt. Where the things could not enter.
Only for an hour. An hour of peace from those things that none could see without light in a lantern. Such a scary feelings for everyone who leave the safe of their towns. To know something is around.
A shiver crossed them as they shivered under their cloak. A candle was not enough to show it, so they were blindly going through.
Maybe that was the reason why it felt like they were being chased. Maybe it was because they had no way of knowing where these things were.
They could only run and hope to not get caught in this vicious trap of it.
The run was long and atrocious, jumps from different place in the forest, going up or down.
They wouldn't lie but they were getting tired. Their breath was getting cut short as their legs and feet were starting to slow down significantly.
They could feel those things getting closer on them as it kept on trying to run more and more.
They knew they wouldn't make it out, but they needed at the very least to place the candle down at the place.
Time felt like an eternity as the chase was showing it was going to end soon as the prey was now tired and the predator not.
But the opening in the forest was there, their eyes widened as they used their last energy to run in it.
The stars were starting to get hidden away into the dark, only 5 minutes left of security and to put the candle on the altar.
They approached fastly, slowing down when closer. They hold the candle close as they lead their hands towards it.
The candle in their hand glowing brighter as it got closer. Until it was put on the altar.
The light didn't glow anymore, dimmed as it slowly died of.
"W- what ? No !" They screamed at the loss of the white flame becoming an orange color again. Why did it changed ? They did everything right and protected it !
It costed everyone in the council to get it here just for it to become a candle like all the others ?
They couldn't believe it, their grey eyes becoming wide as they fall on their knees on the floor. They couldn't look away from the candle.
They started crying, head on the floor and their arms holding themselves. What was going to happen now ?
Everything was for not, all hope lost. The place started to be darker as the magic protecting the altar was now out.
The things were going to come as they kept on crying at the loss.
They turned around to it as it tried to back away. They were scared of it but they couldn't run. Their pleas would be ignored.
So they just braced themselves for it to come get them. To trap them like the others.
It got closer and closer, faster and faster before catching them. One last scream could be heard before the silence settled in once more.
The clearing with the altar becoming still, the trees swaying slowly from the wind.
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