A slender, tall man walked casually into the dimly lit room. A single candle lit the room and it sat in the center of the room on a small,wooden round table. The wax was melting a little, sending the occaional drop down the side of the candle.

As the man approached, he smirked at the candle. It shone a little onto his robe. The man placed his hand on the table and ran it along the design that was carved into the edge of the wood. He then stared at the candle for a few moments as a bit of wax spilled onto the table surface. He heard a door open and then close again.

"You're late," He said, turning to where the door was. A woman stepped into the light. She was sickly thin with black curly hair. A red-brown dress hung on her, nicely suiting her body type. A cloak hid part of the dress though. She looked middle age, if not older.

"I have a reason," she murmured as she pulled something out of her cloak. He accepted it and studied it. It was a photograph, he realized, of a flower. A beautiful, golden flower. He blinked and looked over at her.

"What is it?"

"A magic flower. It will keep you young and healthy forever," she replied blankly. He stared at the detail of the flower, and suddenly he wanted it. To stay young and healthy forever? To be able to heal after a battle?

"Where can I find it?" He asked as he met the woman's gaze. She sighed and crossed her arms stubornly.

"The flower is all but gone. But I have found the flower's powers, hidden where nobody would find it."

"Tell you what. Find it, bring it to me, and I will repay you."

"With what?" She asked greedily.

"Youth." She paused for a moment. The woman sighed and nodded.

"Deal," She murmured, "I will bring the power here in two days time." The man nodded before looking at the candle again. He smiled evilly.

"Now maybe I can be believed in," he murmured, "With the help of the sun." He leanned forward and placed his finger on the flame, quickly putting it out.