The Wildfire
By: DxInsider
Once, on the other side of the
mountains, on the edge of the Endless Forest, a boy name Ryo lived in a cottage
with his mother and father, his brothers and sisters. It was winter, the
coldest winter Ryo had ever experienced, the coldest winter anyone could
remember in a land memorable for the coldness of its winters, and there was no
firewood in the cottage for Ryo. There was firewood for his brothers, who would
grow up to be just like their father, and firewood for his sisters, who would
grow up to be just like their mother. But for Ryo, who would grow up to be like
himself and no other, there was none.
One morning Ryo woke up before
sunrise. The night had been the coldest one yet, and the frost lay heavy on his
blankets. Ryo was determined that rather than spend another such night, he'd go
into the forest and get firewood for himself. He dressed and left the cottage
while everything was frozen and silent, and because the winter had been so hard
there wasn't much wood to be found. Ryo ventured deeper into the forest,
finding a few twigs here, a pinecone there, a fallen branch further on, and
gradually he loaded his sled.
By the time he had enough wood, he was
so cold and had wandered so far that Ryo decided to build a fire for himself
right where he was. Ryo was brushing the snow away when suddenly the sun, which
had risen while he searched, gleamed on something on something at his feet. Ryo
saw it was a round ore with a red pattern on it, and he picked it up eagerly.
"It's mine," He laughed, tossing it into the air and catching it, and the ore
sparkled and glowed in the sunlight as if it was on fire.
The Wildfire
By: DxInsider