Of Firelight and Story Night
Prologue
By: Monica
Red, gold, and white flames swayed from side to side. The shadows danced across the white sand as the fire rose and fell. Logs were scattered around the firelight in a messy order. Witches and wizards from the Dark and the Light sat together, their faces hard and hatred forgotten. An old man who was standing near the crackling firelight, stroked his bread thoughtfully and picked up a handful of glowing sticks.
"Throw this stick into the fire for each story you tell so the flames will be nourished and alive and well," he whispered.
The old man picked up a glowing stick and threw it into the hot fire. The flames grew higher as sparks shot out.
"What do these flames do?" a girl asked.
The old man looked over at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "As long as these flames burn, there will and shall be peace between the two sides."
"And the sticks?" a boy questioned.
"These glowing sticks are sticks of fire. They are very rare and only found on this very island. Wizards and witches often take it with them if they're on an adventure or mission to a faraway land. All they have to do is start a small fire and throw theses sticks in to make bigger, warmer flames. Very useful these are…"
"I see…"
The old man looked and peered at everyone's faces. "Shall we begin?"
Witches and wizards from both Light and Dark glanced at each other. A mutual agreement was formed in seconds. They turned, looked at the old man, and nodded.
The elder seated himself on one of the logs and whispered, "Excellent…"