Crossroad of flames

The sound of metal sliding against metal echoed across the large circular room as the key slid into the lock. He twisted the key until the familiar clank rung in his ear, sliding the key back out he let the key fall from his hands but instead of hitting the floor it swung and a sharp but quick sound snapped into existence as it hit dozens of other keys tied around his neck.

Making his way back to the center of the room he knelt before the ring of candles which remained the only source of light in the large room. Each candle burned a different color, some brighter then others, some held larger flames, a few weren't even lit. Behind each one  stood a door upon the wall of varying shapes and makes. Dozens of candles, dozens of doors, dozens of keys. Some were closed, some locked. Others open all the way, while some were cracked open. Few didn't even have locks.

Pathways leading to different futures, separate sorrows. He knelt before the crossroads, another door had been locked. He slowly bent forward over the candle that represented the door which he had just locked. The flame it held was small but elegant. It was a black flame with a bright yellow core and tips. He took a deep breath and prayed a silent prayer, then slowly let his breath out and the unique flame went out.

And yet after this ordeal he did not weep of sorrow, but smiled in happiness. The truth had been shown to him. The door he had locked creaked and moaned as it moved, the room growing bigger, stretching itself out. Then wax dripped form the ceiling slowly staking it self into a new candle and as a new door warped into existence a flame arose and sparked into life upon the new candle. This time the flame was different then any other he had seen before. It was a dark blue flame with golden tips and core, but inside the golden core pranced a white spark.