Author's Note: I've only just realized how similar this fic is to WhizzotheCrunchyFrog's "The Light: A Fictional History of Thought" (go read it, it's great. Trust me.) Oh well, I'm gonna keep going despite that fact. . . sorry Whizzo. . .

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Augha cast another stone into the lake and looked to his brother, Augha. Their mother was not a particularly creative woman, and she had given birth to eight sons- Augha, Augha, Augha, Augha, Augha, Frank, Augha and Augha. But that's really not important. What's important is what happened with this pair of Aughas next to this lake.

Pacing a bit, Augha began to think about how bored he was. There really wasn't anything to do- he had killed a sabertooth tiger, made a coat of its hide, and given sacrifice to his god (a small piece of bark that he carried in his pocket). What else was there to do? Life, you see, was incredibly boring before TV and all that. Why do you think the Greeks fought so many wars? Augha- the other one- picked up two of the stones that he had previously been throwing in the water and began to bang them together. Just when Augha was about to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, something astounding happened.

A tiny little dot of light was cast out from the clashing stones, shining magnificently like a miniature sun for half a second before dissapearing.

Augha and Augha gaped for the longest time imaginable. "Holy crap," Augha muttered, "Do that again."

The remainder of the day was spent scraping different stones together, some producing the new phenomenon Augha had dubbed "sparks", and some not. Finally Augha (I forget which one, but how much difference does it really make?) had the idea of doing it over a small pile of brush. A spark was produced, it drifted into the brush and immediately a great orange-yellow formation of light sprung up.

The brothers yelped and jumped back, then edged closer again. It gave off a warmth unlike any they had ever felt- although Augha's experiment to see what this strange light felt like was not exactly pleasant.

"Maybe," Augha said excitedly as Augha sucked on his smoldering fingertip, "If we put on more wood, we could make it bigger!"

Working quickly and eagerly, the brothers gathered all the spare twigs they could find and piled them on their bonfire, which seemed to grow without limits. . .

An hour later they stood outside the charred remains of the forest, their now-hairless heads still smoking.

"That. . ." Augha muttered, "was AWESOME."