GUARDIAN of ETERNAL FLAME

CHAPTER-1

In the heart of the ancient forest, where sunlight pierces through dense foliage, lives a lonely fire. It was not a simple fire; he understands it, he likes it, and he yearns for something more.

The name of the fire was Ember. He danced across the dark bedroom, his flames burning against the howling wind. Amber had witnessed countless seasons from the birth of seedlings to the decline of ancient oak trees. But he longed for a purpose beyond mere existence.

One day, as she lay in the woods on a moonless night, Ember felt a pull—the call of distant mountains. The mountains were high, their snowy crowns glistening under a starry sky. Ember knew her destiny lay beyond those steep slopes.

With determination burning brighter than ever, Ember set off. He jumped from tree to tree, leaving sparks in his wake. The forest murmured as he left and the creatures watched in shock as he took off into the unknown.

The trip was treacherous. Ice clung to her lips, threatening to choke her. Still, Ember defied the cold and pushed forward, fueled by the fire within. He crossed icy rivers, climbed cliffs, and danced in thunderstorms. Each step brought him closer to the center of the mountain.

Finally, on the highest peak, Amber stood before an ancient stone altar. The air is thin, and the stars seem within reach. He felt her presence—an old magic that matched his essence.

"where are you?" A voice boomed, and the wind carried him.

“I’m Ember,” the flame replied. “I’m looking for a purpose, a reason to burn other than the forest.”

The altar glowed, revealing an inscription: Keeper of the Eternal Fire.

“You have been chosen,” a voice said. “Your flame is balanced—heat and fury that sustain life

CHAPTER-2

The Ember Awakening

Ember had the burden of privilege and responsibility as the keeper of the eternal flame. He stood atop a dormant volcano, his flames casting eerie shadows on the rock walls. The villagers adored him, but their shock could not prevent the gasp within him.

One moonless night, as the stars outlined constellations in the sky, Ember felt a tremendous vibration inside the mountain. The ancient magic whispers secrets that only he hears. The arsonist awoke, his fiery heart throbbing with hunger for release.

The coal descended back into the parched ground again. Lava hugged him, burning his essence. But this time it wasn’t fear that motivated him—it was curiosity. What was beyond his role as a watchman? What purpose did the volcano serve?

At one with the dried rock, Ember looked at memories—the rise and fall of civilizations, the catastrophe that transformed continents. The volcano was a vessel of creation and destruction, a cosmic bastion where the elements danced in eternal balance.

Ember communicated with the ancient spirits—the shapers of the earth—who shaped the world. Forgotten truths were revealed: the volcano was a portal, a bridge between realms. Its explosion can birth new lands or destroy entire civilizations. Flames in the amber were the highlight.

He emerged from the mountain, and his flame was now cosmically magnified. The villagers saw the change—the way its light shone like stardust. They huddled at the foot of the volcano, eyes full.

“Ember, what purpose is beyond your responsibility?” said the village elder.

Ember spoke of the Vehicles of Earth, the cosmic cycle, and the delicate balance of creation and destruction. The villagers listened, their hearts filled with fear and wonder.

“We’re just sparks,” Ember said, “and we’re small.