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"Something changed," Cassandra said. "A shift in the magic."
She paused while she tried to get a better sense of it, causing Jake and Ezekiel to pause behind her.
"I guess we are getting lose then," Ezekiel said.
"But close to what?" Jake added. "We still don't know what is waiting for us down at the bottom of this cave."
"Will you stop talking?" Cassandra said. "I am trying to concentrate."
They fell silent and let her work. Cassandra's eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of the magic. It wasn't any stronger than it had been so she took a few more steps, where it did become stronger.
"It's not malicious," she told the others. "The magic is warm, calling us to safety."
"Are you sure it's not a trap?" Jake asked.
"I'm sure. It's call is kind."
She was and she led the other two deeper in the cave. The magic that called her was old. Old enough that it couldn't be deceptive. A smile came over her face as she grew nearer.
The cave opened up to a chamber and in the center was a rough carved dais, one that was made with ancient tool. And on the top was a bright flame that seemed to be burning from nothing.
"What is it?" Ezekiel asked.
"The Flame of Prometheus," Cassandra said.
Jake said nothing. Cassandra knew it was because he couldn't believe what was in front of them. She was as certain as it was possible to be that was what they stood before.
"Why would it's magic be kind? It's fire," Ezekiel said. "Wouldn't it be angry."
"Not with its purpose," Jake said, getting past his shock.
"It was made to bring warmth and hope to humanity," Cassandra said. "It continues to be that."