The Flame Game
Fire. It was a basic element and something used commonly. Whether for cooking or heating, or even against one’s enemies as a weapon. fire was something just about everyone knew about. But not her. Where she came from flames weren’t red hot, they were blue, occasional purple and they were cold. It still burned and did all the functions of fire, but clearly it was different. She was even made out of it. And it was for that reason the Spirit Princess set out, one night, to find fire; to study the difference for herself.
That brought about a dilemma though. She wasn’t sure if her kingdom was on good terms with the Fire kingdom. Or if they had ever been associated at all. So it probably was for the best that she didn’t just got go haunting around the scorched lands the Fire people called home. But where else could she find a good source? She supposed she could find someone’s empty home and go inside to play with their stove, however if she got caught, that wouldn’t look so good as a reflection of her kingdom.
So it was an aimless search, and one that seemed pretty futile after awhile. Just floating about the and of Ooo hoping that maybe out of some strange chance something would just burst into flame. By the time she was just about ready to give up, the sun was peeking over the horizon.
Tired, Wisp dropped her humanoid form, turning into a wisp of blue flames. She could find a place to hide and rest that way while gaining back some energy. But that’s when she smelled it, smoke and the faint hint of burnt wood. The little ball of fire floated after the scent trail, coming to what appeared to be a house made of continuously burning wood. She darted over to it excitedly, hovering around the flames with interest. Finally, fire!
But who lived in the home the little blue flame was buzzing about?
Loud purring filled the general area of the pyre. This signaled the start of the day for the prince of the Flame Kingdom. Blaze has always been his alarm clock, and he never fails to wake him up.
The giant fire lion meowed softly at the pyre itself, poking it with his big paws. After a while, it got tired and just pouted at the oversized bonfire. Blaze had an even shorter temper than Flame Prince himself.
A yawn was heard from inside the teepee, and the fire lion smiled. Blaze sat down and started a little bonfire to accompany breakfast. For a bit, the fire of the teepee grew large and trailed to the spot beside the giant fire lion. It was the prince. The young prince stretched his arms before greeting his impatient steed. “What do you want for breakfast?” the prince sang. Blaze cuddled his master’s arm and purred loudly. The prince laughed, and hugged his friend.
The morning felt pretty normal, save for one thing. His heat sense told him another presence was nearby. But he couldn’t exactly see anything. He squinted his eyes and scanned the area. Blaze began meowing as he felt the presence as well.
“Who goes there?!”
