“Grandpa, I understand now. Flame is power. Whoever holds the greater power is the strong one.”

Grandpa looked at him, sorrow filling his eyes.

“Child, you’re wrong. Flame isn’t power. It’s life.”

The boy didn’t believe him.

He turned and left the plain again—this time going even farther.

Time accelerated once more.

The boy became a young man.
The young man became a grown man.