Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

Prompt: Tell us a story of your most prized possession.

Twist: Do this as a long-form piece!

“The time is now, the power is within…”

 

My grandfather had to be the most interesting man I knew. He told me so many stories over the years about a magical place he called the enchanted forest. I wanted to go there so much! I knew it was only fantasy but how he told it was amazing. He did it in such detail and knew so much about the enormous land that it was! He told me stories about the days when he was young. He wielded an emerald staff and lead a small group of warriors he called the Contract of Mystics.

He told me the group was formed with balance in mind. He had two warriors. Reronul the brave, a warrior from a distant land in Artesia he was known widely as the slayer of dragons. Although my grandfather said he never really seen him slay one. Eldaernth the precise, a wielder of the almighty longbow. It is rumored in lore that he could shoot anything no matter his view or distance.  Swaisame the fear, he was rumored to be possessed by a vicious spirit known as a daemon. He was not well trusted in the party, for good reason. Thane the Cheat/Quick, oh boy was he a hated member of the team. He was a well-documented bandit. He’s stolen so many priceless treasures and gotten off scotch free do to the lack of the items. It was rumored he had a safe place to store his treasures but no one ever found it. No one ever will if Thane hid it. However he was valuable, for his speed outmatched many before him. Then of course himself. Alforn. My great grandfather was a wizard in that group. He wielded a beautiful emerald staff with great precision and power! He was known, as the faller of empires. According to him he disbanded several villages working with dark magic and a corrupted king.

Of course this was all fiction. It never ceased to amaze me all the adventures he claimed to have gone on. One day he showed me the key to it all. He called it the “pendant of power”. It was mesmerizing when he revealed it. It was a dragon made of solid gold wrapped around an onyx stone, blacker than night. He said someday I would inherit this treasure and be welcomed into the world of magic. I was so excited all throughout my childhood for that day to come. Now, I’m a boring nerdy teenager who thinks of women and fantasy worlds.

Speaking of such. I was supposed to meet a cutie named Hilary at the local coffee shop. I quickly grabbed my things and walked out the door to jump into my beautiful mustang. I sped off to town and picked a parking spot. It was a quiet little shop, made of bricks and glass. It was pretty slow for a Saturday morning. I walked in and feasted my eyes on her beauty. Who would have known, a popular girl in school shares a fascination with magic and fantasy? Of course she doesn’t publicize this, in fear people wouldn’t like her anymore. High school; how ridiculous.

“Hey Damien!” she smiled at me as she put down her china.

“Hello Hillary!” I perked up immediately.

I smiled as I looked her over once more, just to realize how attractive she was! Her eyes were a deep hazel, her hair a dark chestnut, she had a short curvy build. She wore designer threads, and wore limited jewelry. My favorite feature however had to be that little stud in her lips. I was one of the few to know the things she faced in middle school. We’ve been on and off talkative and I never really learned to appreciate her. I talked to her once in a wild through school but now it was my junior year, I was running out of time. So I just came up to her one day said, hey let’s get some coffee. It worked. Now here we are on our third date, talking about interesting fantasy philosophy.

“So have you been reading?” she asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Of course, what’s your take on the whole elves versus dwarf’s thing?” I asked. Sounding too nerdy.

“I can’t answer that, I love elves too much. I would be completely prejudice.”

“Ha! So how’s classes going?”

“You know, being stuck in several advanced placement classes make it hard for me to nerd up and play some W.O.W!” she laughed cutely.

“Ha, must be nice being all smart an all!” I teased.

“Ha, says the smartest guy I know!”

“Quit your jesting!”

The waitress walked up with my usual, a maple-cappuccino. I sipped it delightfully and we began to chit chat about all kinds of nerdy topics, quietly of course. It would be another day tomorrow. A day where we are just strangers. The stigmas of intelligences or hobbies is dreadful at this school. It was already getting late and we’ve discussed everything from elves to werewolves. I was dreading saying goodbye. I just wish she was more accepting of herself. We quietly gathered our things. Notebooks, pens, collectible cards, and our tablets. I waved goodbye to her and smiled as I watched her leave, even though all I felt was sadness. We couldn’t be seen together by accident so I had to wait. Seems like a crazy relationship huh?

I walked out of the coffee shop and began the dreaded descent back home, where I would be mocked by my family members for my love of all things fantasy. They would be like, ‘it’s all your grandfather’s fault’, and ‘real life is real kid’, and so on. I got good grades and I stayed out of trouble. Just because I’m a social outcast doesn’t make me a bad person. My mom used to be into it, until the rich man she met put an end to that! I sighed as I pulled out my favorite card, Morrowind the Noble. A warrior from a distant lad who silenced foes, and proved just how important for-hire knights were. Best of the land in my books. Although, like they all say. Fantasy isn’t real!

I walked through the doorway and headed to my bedroom. Everyone was aimlessly staring at the television screen when I walked in. No hellos, no how was your day, just silence as I walked in. Suddenly I was startled by a knock on our heavy mahogany door.

“Son, get the door for us please!” my dad yelled in the living room.

I descended down the stairs and opened the door. My eyes lit up.

“Grandpa!” I yelled in glee.

“Hello my grandson, how have you been?” he smiled warm and gently.

He was an odd fellow, that’s for sure but I loved him to pieces. He wore a robe made of silk, like a wizard, he had a well-trimmed beard flowing from his chin. His wrinkles accented his wise looking face (if there is such a thing?) He did carry a cane around with him, although it was not crafted of emerald or several feet tall or anything but it was still a beautiful piece. His walking stick meant a lot to him he told me one time. Around his neck was the beautiful pendant I’ve almost forgotten about. He walked through the door and I could see my mom’s eyes light up.

“Hello Alforn!” she smiled as she went in for a hug.

“Well if isn’t my beautiful daughter, how are you dear?” he said softly.

“I’m doing fantastic, although we really should talk about your influence on my son!” she laughed, half-seriously.

“Hello Mr. Yrio!” my crappy step dad said.

“Hello Gerard!” Alforn said slightly scowled.

“Please come in dad! Have a seat!” she motioned to the old rocker we kept for looks in the living room.

“Thank you darling!” Alforn said as he plopped himself into the chair.

“How have you been spending your time Mr. Yrio?”

“You know, another exciting day in the life of retirement, not that you will ever have to worry about it mister big C.E.O!”

“Yes, I’ve been promoted to the president actually! Quite silly isn’t it? Me a president of a multi-billion dollar company, who would have known?”

“Yes, funny indeed!” my grandfather said, not impressed in the slightest.

“I suppose you’re wondering what I do with my time now that I don’t have to work huh dad?”

“Yes dear, ever get into the writing I know you’ve wanted to do?”

“Actually yes, I’m releasing my first book in a few months! I call it The Conqueror of Worlds! It’s a science fiction novel!”

“Fantastic darling!”

“I find her science fiction worlds quite exhilarating!” my step dad said, in fakery.

“Hey grandpa! Want to come up and see my room now that I’ve got the bigger one!” I said a little too childishly.

“He just sat down, shouldn’t we give him a moment?” my step dad said rudely.

“I don’t mind! I’ve been dying to see my grandson!”

Alforn said as he picked himself up with his walking stick and followed me up the stairs. I led him to my new room. It was above the garage and massive! I had it lined with a television, game systems, and lots of comfortable furniture. On floating shelves I had figurines and collectors editions of my favorite card games. The side wall sat my huge bed, a couple end tables, and fantastic lighting!

“You really brought this place together didn’t you!” he perked up, “Gerard has been dreading this wasted space since I’ve known him!”

“Yeah it took a long time for him to consider making it into a bedroom instead of yet another one of his massive offices,” I said.

“Good job with putting it together, better than some crummy office!”

“Thanks grandpa!”

“So we need to talk, I’ve noticed a decrease in happiness lately? Anything you’d like to talk about?” he said suddenly.

“It’s just Gerard, high school, life. I met this amazing girl but we can’t hang out because it’ll ruin her image. Gerard thinks I’m a social nightmare, and school. Well school always has and always will suck!” I said disgruntledly

“Stick to it my child! Life has a way of working out, no matter the circumstances.”

“Thanks grandpa!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thank you everyone for reading. I’m hoping out of all this madness I created a couple beautiful pieces. I intend on continuing my blog, not sure what I will write about but I know I’ll figure it out.  

Seth Leon Kaileen

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