Fire's Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Emory battles with the decision of releasing Fire or keeping her imprisoned.

Submitted: February 06, 2011

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“Where did you find her?”
“Down in the caves, she was in the corner.”
“Are you going to turn her over to the King’s Council?”
“No other use for her, I will gladly take the money.”
Gray, dull eyes peered from the rusted iron bars; a shaky pale hand gripping tightly, reaching for the bright crimson of the flickering torch. A desperate look in her dim smoky eyes as her hand neared it. Her hair lay limp and gray upon her shoulder, covering half her pale face. Her teeth clenched in desperation -as her hand got nearer. The tips of her fingers felt the heat and an orange flicker appeared in her eyes as the pressure of the rusted bars cut into her skin.
“Hey!” the man grabbed the torch, shaking his head, “Pesky creature she is.”
“That would have caused a ruckus if she reached the flame.” His accomplice said, arms crossed, staring at the young woman sitting in the prison, “It’s best to inform the council before she gets out of hand.”
She hugged her knees to herself, burying her head in her arms; her gray hair covered her head.
“Alright, let us go and call them.”
They left with a loud clank of the door as it shut behind them, leaving her in pitch black. She breathed deeply, shaking. The cold was unbearable and cut into her skin, pricking her bones. Her breath came out shaky and she hugged herself even tighter. She closed her eyes to the darkness which lurked about her and spoke to her. Her whole thin body shook as she cried out. It wanted to take her away, to end her misery. She closed her ears tightly and the whispering stopped when light came through the open door. She rushed to the bars and looked at the hooded being.
He stood there in his cloak, watching her as she knelt down, grabbing the bars of the prison. She stared away from him, over to the flame that waited in the corridor.
He walked to the bars; she heard the jingle of the keys but remained stationary. The door opened with protest and he stood by it, waiting.
She didn’t move but stared at the flames. He walked to her, lifting her with a strong arm, “Really, Element Fire, did you think you could stay away for long?”
He flipped back his hood and her dull gray eyes met his cobalt blue ones. She shuddered at his grip on her thin arm and tried to pull away but his arm gripped harder and she gave up.
“Bring me the chains and hood.”
She looked at him and shook her head, a look of peril in her eyes.
He gazed at her, his face was as if cut from porcelain and had the likeliness of a Greek statue, and a flicker of softness passed his eyes but quickly disappeared.
“My memory fails me, my apologies Fire, you detest the dark.”
Her dull eyes stared into his and her breath came out quickly. Imbedded fear reflected from her eyes but he ignored it as he started to chain her pale legs and arms. She would not stop shaking and a great shudder came through her body whenever he touched her. Scars upon his arm were uncovered as he buckled the shackles. He quickly hid the burns and stood up to face her. She shook uncontrollably and her eyes constantly moved to the fire. He removed his cloak and draped it over her thin frame. Her dull eyes only met his for a second before returning to the flame.
“Move ahead with the flame, she cannot be near it.”
The guards moved ahead and he took the chains to lead her. She moved slowly, chains clanking on the floor, “The King’s Council thanks you for your service.” The young councilman said as he tossed a bag of coins to the man at the door. The man grinned and saluted him, “Any time I am able, young sir.”
The four guards ahead of him moved at a quicker pace than she could so he moved slower, following the torches in the dark. He constantly glanced back at her, making sure to not pull too hard on the chains.
He glanced at her pale face, despite her limp gray hair, dull smoky eyes and rags that she wore, she was beautiful. His eyes moved to the burns upon his arms but quickly looked away towards the guards.
“I am afraid we cannot let you escape this time, Element Fire.”
She did not reply as always, she only walked slowly, chains clanking with every movement of her feet. He chuckled, “This is almost like the first time we met.”
She looked at him and he smiled sadly, “I know you remember.”
Her eyes looked at his burns which he hid away from her.
There was silence despite the clanking chains. The great stone building of the Councilmen’s Dwelling appeared amongst the trees, “I beg that you behave this time.”
They continued on through the entrance, the guards stayed a distance away at the entrance, their eyes following the small cloaked figure with a sense of alertness.
They entered the enormous corridor in which stood five cloaked men.
“I applaud you of bringing her once again, Emory, despite your earlier incident.”
The Chair of the Councilmen spoke as he walked to face the young woman who stared at the flames behind the men. The Chair had his hands tucked neatly behind his back as he stood in front of her. The other four councilmen watched, their eyes examined the Element Fire. They all remembered their previous meeting with her; she now stood, limp and ashen, pathetic and trembling in chains.
“We are surprised that you found her so quickly.” The Chair spoke once again, “Odin doubted you and said you would not be able to handle this task, especially one for being the youngest of the Council.”
Emory met Odin’s dark eyes, “There is not much difference between our ages, Council Odin.” Emory replied with a hard voice. The two rivals stared at each other and before Odin gave his remark, the Chair took the chains of the Element.
“Now, Element Fire, back to your prison.” He said as he started to lead her away, “Odin has suggested we remove any type of light to avoid the same mistake.”
She jerked from the Chair’s hands at the words of “no light” and grabbed onto Emory’s arms, gray eyes desperate and pleading. The Councilmen watched to see what his reaction, “That is not a sound plan, she will die without light.” He answered as he glared at Odin, “Are you forgetting that this is the Element Fire?” he asked, “She will dim just as a flame does.” Emory picked up the chains once more, “She is already like ash and do you not remember the King’s request of the next chess game?”
The Councilmen all glanced at each other and then to the Chair, “You are right Council Emory.” He said, “She must be kept in well condition to fight in the next game.”
The Chair reached for the chains but Emory pulled them back to the surprise of the Councilmen, “Let me take her, Chair Trysts.” The old man nodded as he tucked his arms behind his back. Odin glared with a sharp dark look as Emory led her away.
They walked through the dark hallways and Emory stopped in front of the door, opening it and leading her there. She knelt on the cobble stoned floor and wrapped her arms around her knees, trembling. Emory stood at the door, looking at her. He knelt beside her and looked at the moss beneath his boots. She breathed deeply and he could hear her teeth rattling.
“Are you able to die, Element fire?”
She peered at him through her gray hair and he looked to the damp, mossy ceiling, “The chess game is a substitute for war that the surrounding countries decided to use.” He explained, “Instead of thousands of people killing each other, there are those on the human chess board.”
She kept on watching his handsome Grecian face as he continued to stare at the ceiling. He suddenly laughed, “I think using you is cheating but the King insisted upon the Element Fire being on his side of the board.” He looked at her with stern sea blue eyes, “You see, Fire, I do not want you to die.”
He stood up and looked down at her, “Fight and stay alive please.”
Before she could meet his eyes, he had walked through the door, closing it behind him. She looked to the small fire across the corridor and ran to the door. Her pale hand reached through the bars on the small window frame but the flame was too far. Her pale skin scraped on the bars as she reached farther. The flame shone on but it was unreachable. She fell against the cold wooden door, curling up against it.
“Yes Sire, we have captured the Element Fire.” The Chair spoke with a pride in his voice. The Councilmen stood behind him, hooded. Emory was amongst them and he looked at the king that sat in his throne. He looked to be a stern man with his charcoal eyes that matched the color of his beard, “The next game is tomorrow.” His voice was full of command and power, “I want her to be ready.”
The Chair bowed and the Council followed suit. The king waved his hand and they walked out the door. Emory went straight to the prison while the others to their rooms.
“Element Fire?” he asked but did not expect a reply. He unlocked the door, slowly pushing it and knelt to see her right beside the doorway.
She didn’t look to meet his eyes, “The game is tomorrow.”
She hugged herself tighter, “I wanted to tell you to be prepared.”
He looked at her and noticed her ashen hair, her dull gray eyes. She was so weak in this state. He reached to touch her pale arm, “Please, do not let yourself die.”
She looked into his eyes as he held her arm, “Please.” There was a small flicker of acknowledgment from her eyes but she quickly turned away. He stood up to go, taking one last glance before leaving her. As he walked through the dark hallways, his thoughts of tomorrow’s game lead him to feel dread for her.
Jesters jumped and leaped, their many colored garbs becoming swirling masses of colors. Foreign maidens with pastel silky dresses danced upon the checkered board. The court and Council of the rivaled king sat on the right; they were all dressed in white to match the side they were playing on. Emory stood, adorned in a glamorous black council’s cloak that matched all the courtiers and king on this side of the board. The beautiful foreign dancers twirled around, winking at him, flicking their sashes so that they would tease his cheek slightly. The same attention was given to the king who laughed and grabbed at the sashes. They danced around, smiling as their dresses twirled. Emory ignored this all as he stood amongst the cloaked Councilmen. His chestnut curls only peeked slightly from his black hood. The Chair held the torch which was gold and adorned with black jewels; the torch that would give Fire her life and power. Music continued to play as the dancers continued to dance and the jesters flipped. A dancer was at the king’s side now and he was laughing with merriment but as the music stopped, she leapt away with all the others. One of the dancers had stopped in front of Emory, wrapping a silky scarf around his neck. She giggled and lightly kissed him on the cheek. He paid no attention as she ran off, with one sweep of the arm; the pastel blue scarf lay on the ground. The thumping of feet was heard as the White players came onto the board. Everyone now watched intently, suddenly stern and serious, the players took their places on the board. They all wore white and stood, awaiting the Black players. The king was smirking as he waved an arm. He was adorned with onyx stones and the best quality black fabrics.
Emory’s heart thumped in his ears as he heard the loud thumping of the Black players. He watched each player go on their square. All of them took their places but there was an empty one in the corner, the rook’s square. Tension filled the throne room as they all waited. Emory wrung his hands together and then they came. Four guards dressed in all black led the small cloaked figure in chains. It seemed as if everyone held their breath as the cloaked figure was led to the square. The cloak was removed, the small young woman that sat there was so frail and thin that the White king glanced at his Councilmen for answers. They shrugged as they continued to watch. Her chains were removed and she continued to sit, hugging her knees tightly. Emory watched intensely as the game begun. Questions still hung in the air about the weak girl. The White king had made his move, the knight stood on his square but everyone’s eyes were on the young woman.
The King nodded at the Chair who walked to her. The torch was long and the golden handle touched the ground. It echoed in the quiet room as he got nearer. Emory’s heart thumped even harder. The Chair put the flame in front of her and she stood.
As soon as she touched it, her hair burst into a brilliant flame. Her whole body was lit up with the flame. Her eyes were a burning red as she laughed. She looked at everyone around her with a sort of delight, jumping in front of the knight; she touched him with a finger. He burst into flames and she laughed. Everyone was shocked and taken aback.
Element Fire’s hair was flames itself that clothed her. Emory’s burns ached when he remembered. This was the Fire that had attacked him and nearly killed him.She stood in front of the Black king with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes that made him nervous. The White king stood, “This is preposterous!” he yelled as he saw his knight die, “Call her off, she will destroy everyone!”
Element Fire grinned as she twirled in her flames on the board. She let the flames lick at the people around her. They exclaimed and jumped back as she played with the fire. Emory watched her with amazement, she was beautiful.
She continued to dance around, sending people scurrying around everywhere. Her laugh was loud and dangerous. She stopped when she met the Chair’s eyes.
“Is this not what you wanted, old councilmen?” she asked, eyes flaming. He trembled with fear as she neared him, “Do you think Fire can be tamed?”
She stood in front of him, bringing a finger of fire near him, “You do need to fear, old councilmen.” Then with a quick movement, Emory wrapped her in his heavy cloak, diminishing her flames. He met Chair Trysts fear filled eyes and pale expression, with his nod, Emory rushed out with Element Fire in his arms. He ran out to the dark night and kept on running until he reached a deeper part of the forest.
He stopped and gently put her to the ground. Her hair was once again gray and her eyes were a dull gray. He embraced her tightly and held her, “It is just you and me, Fire.” He whispered. She shook in his arms and pushed him away.
Her gray eyes were piercing his with a deep intensity, “You saved me.” She whispered quietly as if it required energy to talk. Emory laughed, “You would have killed everyone in that room.”
She lifted a hand to his face, caressing his cheek. He held her hand with his. Her eyes widened when she saw the burns, “I did this.”
Emory covered them, “No, it was the fire.” He said as he kissed her hand. She shook her head, “I will just destroy you and everything around you.” She stood up shakily and he helped her.
“I destroy.”
Emory embraced her once more and held her, tears escaping his eyes, “Fire destroys.”
She looked beyond him to the dark forest, “I must leave you.”
Emory looked at her, “I know.”
He still held her in his arms as she raised herself to kiss him. He held her until she pushed him away, “This is my farewell, dear Emory.” She whispered. Tears piled by his eyes as he continued to hold her, “Farewell, Fire.” He let her go and she walked to the forest. He watched her disappearing figure in the dark, “Element Fire.”


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