prompt; candle
fandom; sankarea
word count; 150
The flickering fire of the candle waved to and fro uncontrollably. Its soft radiation of heat was enough motivation for the researcher to continue, for the sake of his fascination with resurrection and zombies.
Chihiro Furuya was huddled up in the dark of the unknown, hastily flipping the ancient script of scrawled text. It was barely understandable; the occasional fogs of black ink blemishing its surface didn't help very much, either.
The glinting candlelight smoothly danced with each harsh gust of wind, every instance a page carelessly shifted.
Scan, turn, repeat.
He was almost done. The crucial piece of information he wanted-- no, needed. Skimming through the treasure, it must have waited for him at the end.
The breeze blew fiercely through small slot in the window, in proportion to the speed of his actions.
The candle's flare was wiped. In the sudden void, he knew.
His time was up.
