The Wishing Pearl of Haythem
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Thank you Angel. ^^
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Mona didn't forget about the box.
She walked a little bit ahead of everybody, and although her gloom and misery, that excitement and urge to rummage through it came back and she wanted to get home so quickly.
Everybody walked a bit faster for Mona's sake, even grandma and grandpa decided to do a bit of exercise. When they finally reached the house, Mona was the first to rush in and crash on to her bed, and start rummaging through all of grandpa's stuff.
Faisel came in and sat with her on the bed, and slowly inspected all the stuff, and to his surprise, his sadness was almost forgotten, maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.
They found a lot of stuff in the box, old diaries with crumpled up pages and faded ink, books on how to craft boats and how to fish, letters he never sent to people they didn't know, golden compasses and feather quilts, medals from the army and jars full of coins. Denim pockets and tiny clay pots, black and white faded photos of grandpa in his younger days, moth eaten headscarves and a rifle, but they knew not to play with it. Watches that no longer worked and music boxes that had lost their tune, drawings of strange things they couldn't identify, and brushes with pallet's and dry cracked old paints, old woolly hats and torn up ribbons and stray buttons, with random pieces of wood and shards of glass. And a few dead spiders.
"A lot of this is junk," said Mona disappointedly.
"Some of it can be useful," said Faisel reassuringly, "Like these diaries… some of them are incomplete, so there are blank pages you can use to draw, and there's a jar full of coins, we can use it to buy all sorts of things, but I don't know if we should show mum…" and he grinned.
"I suppose," Said Mona, "But it's a shame that these paints are all dried and cracked and beyond use, 'cause… well, I like to draw, and painting could have been the next step,"
"Paints are hard to come by, you know,"
"I know, I wish I could paint, though,"
She picked up a golden rimmed compass with a silver needle and the letters N, S, E and W etched in gold, the compass appeared to be working.
"Hey! This compass actually works! Finally, something useful," and she showed it to Faisel.
"But what would you use it for?"
"Buried treasure!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Mona."
"What? I'm serious! We could actually find something valuable!"
"Um, no, I don't think so,"
"You're the one who's silly,"
"Do you even know how it works?"
"…Um, no… well then, teach me!"
"I don't know how it works myself,"
"Shall we ask grandpa?"
"You go ahead; I'll stay here and look at the other stuff,"
"Suit yourself," and she left the room with a bit of a skip.
Faisel peered at the book he had been secretly looking at, it was right at the bottom of the box, but he didn't want Mona to see because… well, she'd go around telling everyone.
It was a story book.
The Magician's Exchange, it read.
"Whoa," he breathed. The book was bound with old, worn out black leather, it had a golden border and the name of the book written in tiny letters at the bottom of the cover, there was no name of the author.
He opened it, the first page was blank, but written in blood red ink, were the words, "Dear son, Jassim, this book was mine from my father and I want you to have it for your 18th birthday,"
Jassim was Faisel's granddad, so that meant that… Faisel's great granddad gave it to him, which came from his great, great granddad… how confusing.
"This book must be older than I thought… from my great, great granddad… that's like, probably something about a hundred years ago or so…" he whispered to himself, "It's amazing how it survived… grandpa was always careless with his stuff"
"Gramps said he can't remember!" cried Mona, and she had Startled Faisel, causing him to drop the book.
"Hey!" she cried and ran to the book, "What's this?"
"Could you please lower your voice? You're almost as bad as Fehed!"
She got offended and stayed quiet, she picked it up and gave it to him, then she played with her curly brown hair and twirled round the room.
"It's a book," he explained, although she didn't seem to pay much attention, "It's from our great, great granddad that gave it to our great granddad, who gave it to grandpa, and he was supposed to give it to dad, and then one of us, probably me," he said smugly. Mona had stopped twirling and dancing, and tripped on her red Jelabeya and fell to the floor, she looked up at him, confused.
"Whoa, so it's really old?" she guessed.
"Correct," he agreed, "I was just about to read it, but Mona, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone. Don't ask me why, I just want it to stay a secret between us,"
Mona may have been only two years younger than Faisel, but she seemed as stupid and immature as Fehed sometimes, especially now.
"Okie!" she grinned, "Not even Fehed!"
"Well, we'd let Fehed in on the secret, but he's busy groping on his bed,"
"Yeah, he's a little baby!"
Faisel was going to point out that a few hours ago Mona had Been crying her eyes out because of their dad, but he decided to keep it to himself.
She climbed on to the bed and sat to his right, he rubbed his hand on the leathery book and then, opened it, and read out loud. -
Those are even better than the last ones.
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He can cause earthquakes and bring destruction to the world but he can't fry a fat guy's bum… How odd, maybe he was losing his mind,"
"Or maybe he was really old and weak and didn't have enough power to do so,"
"You don't need magic to kill someone, Mona, you just need a weapon. And if the old guy can't even kill someone with magic, then what purpose does he have?"
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe there's a jiff to it, maybe the old man wanted to kill the sheikh by surprise or something, I really don't know but this story does seem a bit… wrong, don't you think, Faisel?"
"Yep, it doesn't make sense, in a way,"
"Maybe there's a twist at the end, keep reading,"
And so he did.
"…Years went by, and the old man worked for the sheikh, although he dreaded it because the sheikh would make him do bad things, like wash away the water from the rivers and kill the fish. And make all the fruits of the trees disappear on purpose, and confuse the villagers. Or make boulders and big rocks fly in the air and squash houses flat, or make sandstorms when most of the village people were outside, playing or going shopping or sitting by the shores of the sea. The old man was only hopeful that his death would come, and he felt his appetite slipping away and found that he could barely lift his arms or move his legs anymore. So one day, when he was in bed asleep, he called his grandson over to explain to him about his misery and all the havoc he had caused and the deal he made with the sheikh for his sake. Then he told his grandson the secret of how to use The Wishing Pearl of Haythem, that even the sheikh didn't know, and advised him to flee from the village and stay far away from anyone evil, who could torture the boy for answers and wish for world destruction, hunger and sickness and natural disasters.
And then the old man died.
But on that day, the sheikh didn't know that the old man had passed away, and on that day he needed him most, which was a payment for all the misery he caused for the village just for his entertainment.
He held a party for all the rich and wealthy people from all the villages close by, and the beautiful daughter of the sheikh of a faraway city the sheikh had not heard of came, she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. So dazzling he couldn't take his eyes off her, with long chocolate brown hair down to her Waist, and creamy colored golden skin, with eyes as blue as the sea the sheikh lived by.
He wanted to marry her, but she did not love him and turned him down. So he went to the old man's hut to make a love potion to marry her, when he found out about the man's death, and stomped angrily and shouted and swore and went on angry rampages and lashed out at anyone within a 10 meter radius and let out all of his wrath and anger, with a touch of sadness that he could not win his girl.
So he decided to take her by force. He sent one of his guards to kidnap her, and he brought her to a small tower built next to the king's, as tall as his exactly, except with no door so that she couldn't escape, she was trapped there forever, only to look outside and sit in her room all day, and the king could see her through his window and look at her all he wanted.
"Whoa, what a creep!"
"I’d hate to meet him,"
"I mean seriously, not only is he an ass but he's a weirdo! I mean come on, why would you force someone to marry you and then gawp at them all night and day?"
"I don't know. This guy is obviously a bit of a nutter anyway,"
"Alright, we're near the end, let's see what happens,"
"Go on then, Faisel,"
"The girl screamed and cried night and day… but no one came and she soon lost hope"
"That's it," said Faisel shockingly, "That's it, it's ended,"
"So the old guy died and the sheikh didn't get his way… What happened to his grandson? And what did the princess do?"
"I'm not sure, Mona. Jeez, what a depressing story,"
He closed the book and put it back in the box of stuff. But the two children hadn't seen that there were small jagged pieces of paper on the last page, as if another one was there but someone mysteriously ripped it out. -
Thanks Angel. Wowzers, I know it's a lot, but you don't have to read it if you don't want to.
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Oh,but I do. You're an amazing writer. Hey,guess what? My story Secret Butcher is almost done!
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Really? Coolz! I'll read it! =)
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I'll write Chapter three of my book now.
I read your story, it was amazing.
See ya later, Angel! -
I'll write Chapter three of my book now.
I read your story, it was amazing.
See ya later, Angel! -
Thanks,it's almost over now.
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I just finished it! Yay!!!
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wow that was really good i like music.
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All the chapters she wrote were amazing. If this story got published,I would buy it.
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Thanks a lot, guys!
I'm almost done with Chapter three so maybe I'll publish it. -
You should.
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