The Fire

"Nice night for a walk." a man in kokiri soldier attire said to another.

There was no response from his fellow soldier.

"Eruestan? Did you hear me straight?" the man inquired, poking his friends shoulder.

"Shh, you idiot! Do you realize what just happened?" his partner whispered sternly.

The other man shook his head.

"The fire stopped burning!" Eruestan said later.

Both men stood staring off in the distance. A chill wind was blowing in the distance. Eruestan looked to his partner. For a long period of time, he did not speak, or move. Eruestan's partner, Anar clutched his spear more tightly.

"We have to go look! If it's true, we would be at the mercy of the forest!" Eruestan blurted out. He turned his body to the path in the woods and started walking.

Anar sighed and jogged over to his side," I wonder what we do if it really has burned out."

Eruestan didn't reply. He just kept looking down the path. Leaves and pine straw crunched under their feet as they drew nearer to the end of the path.

Suddenly, Eruestan stopped. His eyes darted left and right. He raised his spear.

"What's wrong?" Anar asked.

"Do you hear the burning?"

"No."

"Exactly." Eruestan carefully started to go on.

Anar followed close by his side, unsure of how to reply.

As they entered the clearing, they looked up at the massive tree trunk before them. Anar gasped. This half-way chopped tree always had smoke coming from the top. A fire burned within that kept the darkness of the forest away. It was not there. If one were to be flying somehow, they would see the smoke holes took the shape of a happy face. It showed that those who lived in the clearings of the forest would always be safe.

"Hey! You hear that?" Eruestan suddenly said.

Anar listened carefully. Music played in the distance. It was a lonely tune.

"Sounds like flute music." He replied.

Suddenly a small kid leaped out from the forest in strange, red clothing. He resembled a scarecrow. His skin was a deep gray and his orange eyes were glowing. He was playing a flute.

"Oh, Farore!" Eruestan moaned.

"What is that thing?!" Anar cried.

"Stalchild!" Eruestan replied grimly.

Anar nearly screamed as a ray of light shot out from the kid's flute and hit Erustan.

Eruestan did scream. Loudly. He fell over and rolled around on his back. He dropped the spear and screamed again. His skin started to wrinkle and his eyes began to dry out. All the color from his skin turned a pale blue, then left it a moldy white. The skin fell off him like powder, and his teeth completely disappeared. He stopped moving, and the next thing Anar knew, his friend was nothing more that and old, hollow log laying lifelessly on the ground.

He threw his spear at the kid which impaled it. The kid screamed and fell over. Anar raced into the trail in the woods and ran as quickly as possible to the village. He sprinted past houses and farms and finally reached the Kings large hut. He threw the door open and ran to the King's bedside.

"Sir! The fire's out and Eruestan was killed!"

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