Keefe looked at the bottle in his hand. Everblaze. Capable of destroying all civilization, elven, human, ogre, anything, if not restrained. It has killed hundreds, if not thousands, of elves and other species alike over the course of history. It killed Kenric, Keefe thought, recalling that horrible day Eternalia burned to the ground. The small bottle of everblaze, the one Keefe had so carefully stolen from Fintan, was capable of things too horrible for Keefe’s delicate elven mind to understand. He stared at its glistening white flame, eager to escape and cause havoc. It would be best for everyone that I should destroy it, He thought. Never let it see the light of day again. Keefe was firm in his decision. He’d do what he came here to do, and nothing more. Valiantally, he walked into the light of day, sun rising and shining brightly behind him. You could almost hear the heroic music playing in the background, as he yeeted it at his childhood home, completely disregarding the right and sane thing to do as Keefe usually does. It was enshrouded in glowing white flame within moments. Sophie light leapt behind him. She ran up the hill where he was standing, gasping for breath. “Oh there you are Keefe, we were starting to worry about- OH SWEET MOTHER OF MALLOWMELT WHAT DID YOU DO”
Shannon Messenger - Kotlc
