The Tiny Flame

Prologue -

Darkness. Everywhere you looked, there was a deep pit of black, evil and cunning. Hiding secrets, and engulfing oneself to where not even a finger was visible. It was a trap for the kind, home to the wicked, and the power of a demon.

The black void stretched everywhere, up and down, frothing with hate. It was a hate that could destroy even the kindest of souls. Though, even with the surrounding darkness, there was a faint light. A small, red-orange flame twirling playfully, like an innocent child.

It was a tiny flame, yes, but there was a sense of kindness and warmth. It was the only light in this dark cavern, and that made it special. But the darkness doesn't like special things. The darkness wants everything to be corrupt and vicious and vile, like itself. So it slowly swallowed the small flame. But maybe I could save it. Maybe this time I could get to it before it dies. So close. I was so close to touching it. Just one more step...

**right now I'm re-writing the story...this version is far from the new version lol. When the final is done, I'll be publishing a new chapter weekly, so right now everything is at a stand-still. Thanks for understanding!**