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500 years ago

She ran across the soft gravel of the streets. She kept her eyes ahead trying to make out the figures through the thick dust clouds. Her mind was clouded. She felt light headed as she ran, she knew what was driving her towards it. She knew it was unjust but it was the only way to save him. She could hear her name being called from behind but… she couldn't stop.

She ignored the gun shots that surrounded her and the explosions that seemed to get closer with every step. She knew her village by heart but the cave was foreign to her.

This was what the war was over, this cave on the out skirts of her village. She knew what was inside the cave. Everyone in the village knew. Everyone outside her village called it the Elixir of Life, but in her village they called it the Flames of Youth. The flames healed you from all of your illness. You swallow the flames, you are healed. The priests say it is a gift from the gods.

She finally escaped from the dust clouds and into the dense forest. She knew the path, the priest brought her regularly. She was a healer in her village. They used the flames rarely but since the war started they have used it to heal the soldiers. The priest said they have some of the fire to keep it going after the war. But she knew the truth; the flames cannot grow without the cave.

The path was covered with red leaves. She saw the cave ahead of her. She slowed her pace, no longer hearing her name. Her muscles ached and her heart felt heavy in her chest. As she walked towards the cave, her lungs burned for air. She felt dizzy and tired; but once she entered the cave she felt healthy, her lungs no longer burned and her muscles relaxed in the dim light of the flames. It was growing low.

The flame was only a glow in the back of the cave. The cave used to be lit with flames so beautiful. A bright red that dyed the leaves in the forest that surrounded it. In the cave, there was a narrow walkway leading to the altar that contain the burning lights. The walls were stained with blood, the priest say many man died here protecting the Flames of Youth. The men were so loved by the gods that once they died; they had their blood stain the walls so they would always be remember. At the end of the walk way was the alter. The small flame burned dancing in a tango. On the back was ancient hieroglyphs of the people before hers healing their people with the fire from the gods.

She sighed heavily at the small flame. It was all that was left. The greediness of the people outside this cave. She only used the flames to heal those that could not be healed by her medicine. She stared at the small red flame in sadness. It was for him, he needed it. He was destined to by their king.

"Fiona!" She heard a man scream her name. She turned around to the voice of a male. She recognized the man who called her name, but not the man with the gun. She took a step away from him. Then fell into a darkness she could not return from.