20/11 100 Word Challenge

Prompt:



He waits. Shrouded by the folds of darkness that surround him, the chill of the early morning seeps through his robes, into his veins. He waits, as the groan of ancient redwoods fill the silent void, and branches bow low in it’s grandeur. A ghostly murmur carries over the treetops, afloat amongst the blue ocean above. Light spills through the slivers of the branches as he watches. A flicker, then a flame. A glowing orb of light sparks between his fingertips, as his hands play around its’ circumference, shaping and molding this beautiful menace, ‘till it launches itself into the sky.

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