Gwar, someone we would call a
caveman, was very observant of things around him. He would sit on the edge of
his cave during the occasional thunder storms and watch. The streaks of light
across the sky amazed him. Gwar could see that off in the distance that
whenever the light would seem to hit the ground but he didn't see it
happen. But a short amount of time after,
a monstrous rumble would sweep across the land.
Then,
an intense light erupted out of the clouds and struck a tree not too far from
Gwars cave. The light was gone in an instant but a dim light remained on the
ground, the light flickered and began to grow. Soon a whole tree was glowing
with an orangey-red tint. Filled with interest, Gwar left his cave and ventured
over to the source of the light. As he walked up to it, he heard a crackling
and a black cloud loomed overhead, neither of which were familiar to him. Gwar
could see the lighted tree and as he neared, a strong wave of heat washed over
him.
Gwar approached
the tree and stared in awe at this hot light he is looking at. As Gwar watched
this tree get reduced to a pile of glowing pieces of wood, he poked a stick
around in it in an attempt to turn the light back on. But his stick now had the
hot light dancing and flicking on the end of it. He now had the power to carry
around the light, and when he touched it to most anything else, the light would
spread. Once he returned home he showed the light to his caves-people and the
rest is history.
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