A Biel Fire
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A Biel Fire (Short Story Writing)
Let me know if you enjoy my style, I had lots of fun with this, Theme: Stories and Morals
Across the golden sea of Falkoken exist an island small enough that one attempting to attain it's
shore could already map out it's continents. Resting on this hub of solitude, grow small tree's of different
colors and shape, along with a particularly green colored sand due to the constant wash of moss and
algae along it's shore during the colder seasons. As one digs deeper into the soil, they will inevitably
reach contact with a moister harder surface called Piero's. This mineral permits the island to float above
ground and thrive completely on it's own, without any true connection with the base earth far below. This
phenomenon is called Pre-crushon and occurs only while Piero caries on it's connection with the land
mass and the presence of Mendora Tiara and the Moon floating high away in the sky. Land life however
has been difficult to sustain due to the fact that a lack of Piero holding the ground above water would
inevitably lead to the doom of the entire land mass. But despite this factor and the large presence of
marine beasts and creatures that swim the oceans, some species have indeed managed to maintain, or at
the most live in harmony with there most unlikely habitat.
Speaking of such things, two of these special land mammals has indeed lived on this small island,
“Biels” or so mortals have named them. Such little creatures are rare upon any island of any sort, indeed
the two on this island were placed by mistake due to a sunken ships luggage washing onto the shore.
Curious little creature's they are, with their coats of warm fuzz ranging from a black tint to a brown grey
groom and their unusually large round eyes. They travel on small paws hidden to the naked eye, and
speak no more then with high pitch grunts like a infant craving attention, even the tallest of the species
would not top the height of a humans knee.
Mercury and Achilles lay side by side on a falling day of late april, at the time of the story their own
names were not known to them, however their tale past on by the elders of men turned quick into a
legend of the wise, and so in this process they have earned their names of which the ancients speak of.
Today nothing out of the ordinary had happened to these Biel's, yet if anything happened at all that
would be quite spectacular. The two creatures sat gazing at the lowering Mendora and Tiara suns while
chewing on a string of Barefwine found in the clay soils collected latter that year, Mercury noticed in the
distance a bundle of large smoky clouds drawing forth in the distance covered by a green grey fog
drifting in from the distance. His eyes grew large and shiny, for such a storm was rare, even in April the
lands saw little rain. By now of course Achilles had also seen it, smaller of the two Biel's he took a more
fearful approach and left his resting spot preparing to cover himself. The island had much little
protection from such things, only a boulder collection to the northern edge would serve as any bunker to
protect from the inevitable rain, and if there was one thing Biel's despised it was getting wet, this is
perhaps the reason for why they migrated off of the seas and onto the land.
Mercury soon joined Achilles as the rain came down, swift and heavy did it poor drenching and
swirling the masses of sand and dirt composing the land. At no point did the two fellows ever grin or
smile, for such odd weather was a tiding of bad luck among Biel's, or so this is how it has been
interpreted. Dawn turned quickly to night, fog consumed most the land making vision over the darkness
impossible, even the moon shown pierced and fragmented in the sky. Odd sounds in the air scared even
Mercury this time as the two critters shivered away songs of desperate animals in the night. Suddenly a
crash rang from the shielded sky and a great thunderbolt descended from the heavens and grounded the
face of the planet. A great log on the ground did it strike immediately rising the tree corpse into a
roasting flame. By chance perhaps, the event took place in front of are two little friends, and despite their
immediate terror they had for the first time seen flame. Achilles stared at the phenomenon speechless,
yet he grinned slowly, for he had seen the complete opposite of water..... how terribly wonderful it was to
him. During this time Mercury had similar thoughts, picturing himself a million times larger stomping
over the homes and cities of men swirling raging fires of endless inferno. Splendid, how splendid indeed,
he envisioned himself as emperor of the world. Suddenly however reality caught back up with the
moment and the inevitable obvious occurred, the rain overtook the fire and it went out not putting up a
lasting fight. The two creatures looked at each other and frowned, the dreadful rain had taken their fire.
It is said that a Biel has a strange tendency to learn and eventually capture what it desires, it is also
said that are two little ones were being raised as a tool of war against a distant enemy, but all this is
mere dust in a lost past anyways. The next morning Mercury set out to capture what he so desired.
Achilles found him hurling squeaks of command and while shaking his fist at the sky, he demanded the
gods of thunder reproduce the events of the previous night. Achilles perhaps the smatter one, decided to
run a test using what he could think of in his surroundings. The source of his home land, Piero, could it
not be linked to the fire's and it's beautiful light? This was indeed a place to start, the little creature sunk
into the ground using it's sharp accustomed paws and harvested a small sample of the magic rock from
the bottom of it's home. Achilles rubbed the sandy mineral together and produced a small amount of
heat in its paws. He then decided to strike the mineral against a similar branch of tree from what had
been hit the night before. A flint sparked, followed by a wheezing sound coming from the ground, the
Piero changed to a darker black powder and a roaring flame sprout out from the branch. Success! He had
done it, fire was at last made!
Mercury soon noticed his companions success and was quick to also learn of the process as well. In
no time the two had carried and burned a good handful load of Piero, sparking off a great roasting fire
visible from a great many leagues away at sea. Never, thought Mercury would storms bother them again,
in fact, let them fear the great magicians of the Falk who now wield such great power. Achilles thought it
nice now that they were warm and safe, he however felt uneasy by the way Mercury seemed consumed in
the flames through his thoughts and expression, he had the look now on his face of a rising king with
dreams of great powers, but alas to rise you must conquer, could Mercury be planing to destroy Achilles?
Surely this could not be, they had been together too long.... Mercury dug down again and took another
Piero to the Flame, he sighed and lay back letting the glow grew stronger again.
The next day the fire was put out, Mercury panicked and howled in the morning. Despite the fact
that nothing more then a strong breeze had wiped the flames clear, the Biel was convinced it was of his
companions doing, the little rascal wanted the fire for himself! He must suffer for taking his flame and
making him look weak in the eyes of the spirits of future storms. He could hear both men and god
laughing and taunting him far off in the distance perched in the clouds. Meanwhile Achilles had also
awoken seeing the deed and anticipated Mercury was setting a trap to rid him of the island, perhaps he
wished not to waste any flame until Achilles was turned away and could not see an attack coming. The
two Biel's lay petrified and at the same time furious at each other, upon there meeting in the morning
they gnarled and snapped at each other in rage. Mercury dug down and grabbed a fistful of Piero and lit a
new roaring flame, he looked down now on Achilles and made a threatening growl with his little teethe.
Achilles enraged dug down and grabbed an even larger amount of Piero and started a second fire, more
energetic and powerful then the last. Mercury snarled and dug down again filling his paws, fur and mouth
with as much rock as he could, which he lit on the ground a burning flame even wilder then the previous.
Achilles was of course quick to retaliate with his own increase to his fire, until both critters raged in a
frenzy of madness and blind competition, who could make the greatest fire? Who would give in first? As
time sped on each Biel grew more and more convinced that sooner or latter the other would back down
and put out there fire in defeat.
The Island snapped in half at first, then as if on cue the land split and sunk to the bottom of the
ocean taking Mercury and Achilles to an inevitable tragic death. A boat full of men seeing the flame from
afar crossed the Falk islands and witnessed the tragedy unfold understanding little at the time of what
had occurred. It seems the Biel's had lost there minds in a world of few morals, perhaps some things are
best left simple and calm. We perhaps need not be cursed with wealth or luxury, as they grow more of a
burden when greed and power over takes us.
Let me know if you enjoy my style, I had lots of fun with this, Theme: Stories and Morals
Across the golden sea of Falkoken exist an island small enough that one attempting to attain it's
shore could already map out it's continents. Resting on this hub of solitude, grow small tree's of different
colors and shape, along with a particularly green colored sand due to the constant wash of moss and
algae along it's shore during the colder seasons. As one digs deeper into the soil, they will inevitably
reach contact with a moister harder surface called Piero's. This mineral permits the island to float above
ground and thrive completely on it's own, without any true connection with the base earth far below. This
phenomenon is called Pre-crushon and occurs only while Piero caries on it's connection with the land
mass and the presence of Mendora Tiara and the Moon floating high away in the sky. Land life however
has been difficult to sustain due to the fact that a lack of Piero holding the ground above water would
inevitably lead to the doom of the entire land mass. But despite this factor and the large presence of
marine beasts and creatures that swim the oceans, some species have indeed managed to maintain, or at
the most live in harmony with there most unlikely habitat.
Speaking of such things, two of these special land mammals has indeed lived on this small island,
“Biels” or so mortals have named them. Such little creatures are rare upon any island of any sort, indeed
the two on this island were placed by mistake due to a sunken ships luggage washing onto the shore.
Curious little creature's they are, with their coats of warm fuzz ranging from a black tint to a brown grey
groom and their unusually large round eyes. They travel on small paws hidden to the naked eye, and
speak no more then with high pitch grunts like a infant craving attention, even the tallest of the species
would not top the height of a humans knee.
Mercury and Achilles lay side by side on a falling day of late april, at the time of the story their own
names were not known to them, however their tale past on by the elders of men turned quick into a
legend of the wise, and so in this process they have earned their names of which the ancients speak of.
Today nothing out of the ordinary had happened to these Biel's, yet if anything happened at all that
would be quite spectacular. The two creatures sat gazing at the lowering Mendora and Tiara suns while
chewing on a string of Barefwine found in the clay soils collected latter that year, Mercury noticed in the
distance a bundle of large smoky clouds drawing forth in the distance covered by a green grey fog
drifting in from the distance. His eyes grew large and shiny, for such a storm was rare, even in April the
lands saw little rain. By now of course Achilles had also seen it, smaller of the two Biel's he took a more
fearful approach and left his resting spot preparing to cover himself. The island had much little
protection from such things, only a boulder collection to the northern edge would serve as any bunker to
protect from the inevitable rain, and if there was one thing Biel's despised it was getting wet, this is
perhaps the reason for why they migrated off of the seas and onto the land.
Mercury soon joined Achilles as the rain came down, swift and heavy did it poor drenching and
swirling the masses of sand and dirt composing the land. At no point did the two fellows ever grin or
smile, for such odd weather was a tiding of bad luck among Biel's, or so this is how it has been
interpreted. Dawn turned quickly to night, fog consumed most the land making vision over the darkness
impossible, even the moon shown pierced and fragmented in the sky. Odd sounds in the air scared even
Mercury this time as the two critters shivered away songs of desperate animals in the night. Suddenly a
crash rang from the shielded sky and a great thunderbolt descended from the heavens and grounded the
face of the planet. A great log on the ground did it strike immediately rising the tree corpse into a
roasting flame. By chance perhaps, the event took place in front of are two little friends, and despite their
immediate terror they had for the first time seen flame. Achilles stared at the phenomenon speechless,
yet he grinned slowly, for he had seen the complete opposite of water..... how terribly wonderful it was to
him. During this time Mercury had similar thoughts, picturing himself a million times larger stomping
over the homes and cities of men swirling raging fires of endless inferno. Splendid, how splendid indeed,
he envisioned himself as emperor of the world. Suddenly however reality caught back up with the
moment and the inevitable obvious occurred, the rain overtook the fire and it went out not putting up a
lasting fight. The two creatures looked at each other and frowned, the dreadful rain had taken their fire.
It is said that a Biel has a strange tendency to learn and eventually capture what it desires, it is also
said that are two little ones were being raised as a tool of war against a distant enemy, but all this is
mere dust in a lost past anyways. The next morning Mercury set out to capture what he so desired.
Achilles found him hurling squeaks of command and while shaking his fist at the sky, he demanded the
gods of thunder reproduce the events of the previous night. Achilles perhaps the smatter one, decided to
run a test using what he could think of in his surroundings. The source of his home land, Piero, could it
not be linked to the fire's and it's beautiful light? This was indeed a place to start, the little creature sunk
into the ground using it's sharp accustomed paws and harvested a small sample of the magic rock from
the bottom of it's home. Achilles rubbed the sandy mineral together and produced a small amount of
heat in its paws. He then decided to strike the mineral against a similar branch of tree from what had
been hit the night before. A flint sparked, followed by a wheezing sound coming from the ground, the
Piero changed to a darker black powder and a roaring flame sprout out from the branch. Success! He had
done it, fire was at last made!
Mercury soon noticed his companions success and was quick to also learn of the process as well. In
no time the two had carried and burned a good handful load of Piero, sparking off a great roasting fire
visible from a great many leagues away at sea. Never, thought Mercury would storms bother them again,
in fact, let them fear the great magicians of the Falk who now wield such great power. Achilles thought it
nice now that they were warm and safe, he however felt uneasy by the way Mercury seemed consumed in
the flames through his thoughts and expression, he had the look now on his face of a rising king with
dreams of great powers, but alas to rise you must conquer, could Mercury be planing to destroy Achilles?
Surely this could not be, they had been together too long.... Mercury dug down again and took another
Piero to the Flame, he sighed and lay back letting the glow grew stronger again.
The next day the fire was put out, Mercury panicked and howled in the morning. Despite the fact
that nothing more then a strong breeze had wiped the flames clear, the Biel was convinced it was of his
companions doing, the little rascal wanted the fire for himself! He must suffer for taking his flame and
making him look weak in the eyes of the spirits of future storms. He could hear both men and god
laughing and taunting him far off in the distance perched in the clouds. Meanwhile Achilles had also
awoken seeing the deed and anticipated Mercury was setting a trap to rid him of the island, perhaps he
wished not to waste any flame until Achilles was turned away and could not see an attack coming. The
two Biel's lay petrified and at the same time furious at each other, upon there meeting in the morning
they gnarled and snapped at each other in rage. Mercury dug down and grabbed a fistful of Piero and lit a
new roaring flame, he looked down now on Achilles and made a threatening growl with his little teethe.
Achilles enraged dug down and grabbed an even larger amount of Piero and started a second fire, more
energetic and powerful then the last. Mercury snarled and dug down again filling his paws, fur and mouth
with as much rock as he could, which he lit on the ground a burning flame even wilder then the previous.
Achilles was of course quick to retaliate with his own increase to his fire, until both critters raged in a
frenzy of madness and blind competition, who could make the greatest fire? Who would give in first? As
time sped on each Biel grew more and more convinced that sooner or latter the other would back down
and put out there fire in defeat.
The Island snapped in half at first, then as if on cue the land split and sunk to the bottom of the
ocean taking Mercury and Achilles to an inevitable tragic death. A boat full of men seeing the flame from
afar crossed the Falk islands and witnessed the tragedy unfold understanding little at the time of what
had occurred. It seems the Biel's had lost there minds in a world of few morals, perhaps some things are
best left simple and calm. We perhaps need not be cursed with wealth or luxury, as they grow more of a
burden when greed and power over takes us.