Flame

He's gone...Ben's gone...

“Assuming they are two different beings and their form, abilities and strength are exactly the same, when one becomes the king, and dominates the battle, the other becomes the horse and lends his power, but what makes them different? That's what I'm asking!”

 

Ben just stared, his eyes wide with shock. I watched him turn and leave for good. I couldn't understand my own thought process, I never did. I just sat there...not knowing what to do next. I slowly rose to my feet after about a half-hour and left. 

The blistering cold nicked my chapped lips, and my frozen bones. I could only stagger down the road back to my house that had so many melancholic memories. Memories I don't need, don't want, don't....understand. I slowly slip up to my room, the frost encasing my skin began to fall off, ripping the flesh with it, revealing a low flame that's about to go out....

“Assuming they are two different beings and their form, abilities and strength are exactly the same, when one becomes the king, and dominates the battle, the other becomes the horse and lends his power, but what makes them different? That's what I'm asking!”