All
desire the torch in Kamar’s hand. He runs with it. The flame cannot burn, but quenches
the fire in hearts. Hold it, experience the sapping of power. Kamar must take
it far away, carry himself beyond civilization. His energy drains. Panting, he
endures.
He
comes across a lion. The lion asks for his flame. Kamar considers weakening King
of Beasts, decides against it, for who doesn’t deserve a proper ruler? He
carries on.
Next,
Kamar comes to a cheetah. It asks for the flame.
Kamar
has no time to consider. It snatches the flame. Forever on, it sprints, tires.
