The Tale of the Wandering Flame
The Tale of the Wandering Flame In a village nestled by the sea, Where waves sang songs of eternity, Lived a boy named Kael, with eyes so bright, A heart of gold, and dreams of light. Kael often sat by the ocean’s shore, Listening to whispers of tales of yore. The villagers spoke of a wandering flame, A mystical fire, with no known name. It danced through forests, over the hills, Across the rivers, by the mills. They said it chose a heart so pure, To grant a wish, to make dreams sure. Kael’s heart, though young, was bold, And the tale of the flame left him consoled. For deep within, he held a desire, To chase the flame and touch its fire. One moonlit night, as the village slept, Kael rose quietly, his promise kept. With a satchel packed and a lantern’s glow, He ventured forth where the winds did blow. The forest was thick, the paths unclear, But Kael pressed on without a fear. The trees seemed alive, their whispers low, “Beware, young Kael, where you may g...