Eagle sat in the small hut and stared at the fire. He did not dare look at the elders. No matter how much he wished, he could not stop their gaze from burning holes into his soul. The elder’s chanting was hypnotic and soon, Eagle found himself flying with his spirit through the fire and time itself. Sweat beaded on his brow and his heart pounded in his chest as he saw the ancients harness the power of fire. The fire that burned in his very soul. He felt what the forest felt as he burned it and wept.
Fame and fortune is fleeting whims on a hurricane the fortunate ones weather the storm in peace but for those caught in the crosswinds of time and changing whims the future is as luckless as a star-crossed lover seeking eternal joy.