The Story – Chapter 97

I lifted the glass case. The flame within flickered alarmingly. If it went out I was going to feel like a real idiot! The Fire grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back into the corridor. “No wait!” I cried, pulling angrily against his grip.

The flame flickered rapidly like a wind had whipped up from somewhere. It had–the wind brushed past, sending my hair flying around my face. My vision was obscured for only a second but when I pulled the strands from my eyes the flame had grown in height, reaching up to lick along the roof of its prison. Heat washed against me as I stood frozen. The flame hovered for a moment and then with a gust of air, flashed bright. When I could see again a man stood where the flame had been.

I pulled away from The Fire’s slack grip. “It’s you.”

He shook his head, wide eyes hadn’t turned from the man in front of us.

“No, it’s my twin,” he said. His voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” I gasped.

“Hello brother.” The man said. His voice was almost identical to the man behind me. Almost. It was colder. My skin turned to ice and I took a step back without meaning too.

 

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