Author's Note: Written for a "Fire" prompt, this follows the earlier chapter "His Tragedy", though chronologically it happens much later. Again, thanks to The Bookbinder's Daughter!
His Tragedy II
He, son of fire, understands the fire in a way that comes through experience, through agony unbearable. The moment he took the unclothed flame in his hand he understood that he was one too twisted of spirit, too blackened of heart to bear the bloodwashed jewel, his father's creation.
He, through silence most guilty of them all, thought that the fire he kindled was a mere spark when placed beside that of the others--
But at last he knows that what they say is true:
Parva saepe scintilla contempta magnum excitavit incendium;
a spark neglected hath oft a conflagration raised.