User blog:ExdeathsBagel/Temple of the Wishing Stone (WWYD by Flamebiplane)

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I had been bearing the intense heat of the sun, fighting against ever hungry insects, and dodging the viscous mamono inhabitants of this horrid forest for weeks. Time was now no longer dictated by the chiming of church bells, but of the rise and fall of the sun with the in-between being a numbing limbo. Gone were the meats and breads provided by markets only to be replaced by stomach churning fish and fruit of such exotic wariness that I only consumed that in the greatest of desperation. My friends and family had ceased to exist, with the voice in my head my only company. It was my voice, and true to its owner’s nature was mostly silent except for the most pressing of times. And in those times, be they bouts of agony from what I had foolishly consumed earlier, my pounding heart as I ducked and weaved away from the mamonos that pursued me, or the terrible silence and loneliness that accompanied my both day and night, the voice uttered only a single sentence.

The Wishing Stone must be destroyed.

I had taken this crusade on my own accord, though I, like most, initially believed this artifact to be the stories of the simply lesser mamonos that inhabited this hell hole, yet proof reached me in the most insidious of ways. My client, whom I am double-crossing in this personal crusade, was the one that showed me such proof of this stone’s power, as well explain to me its power.

The man reeked of greed and want insatiable, despite using the artifact to grant him nine of but many of his hideous wishes. He used his tenth and final wish to bring me to his presence, though that does not mean I was born of a wish, but rather the wish pulled me to him. My time in this forest has made my civilized life a fog, yet what remains clear is the blinding light that overtook me as I strolled through the market place, and the conversation that followed between me and gluttonous man.

He who was dress so ornamentally in gold just void as where it was pulled from and robes sewn by mockeries of hands whose owners I dare not imagine had a mamono with the disposition of a doll draped under each arm. Contrary to his description he was not obese but rather chiseled in muscles that could be seen from his open shirt that made it appear like this man was a living sculpture. The gluttonous and want indescribable came from his eyes, which while black held a hideous twinkle that sparked when our eyes met.

He let out a deep laugh, praising the Wishing Stone’s power that was in his hand. In that moment, it glowed a bright white before vanishing in a flash. His gaze lingered on his now empty palm, as if he still saw it there, before turning back to me. He stated I wish brought to him by his wish, that being to simply ‘find the Wishing Stone.’ Before I could object or even question my situation, I felt a ringing in my head and soul that told me he spoke the truth, and worse yet, that devilish stone was imprinted in my mind.

With that, without even knowing my name or I his, he sent my off to an awaiting carriage and then a boat to take me to this forest where the stone laid. He claimed that when he poured over old texts when he received the Wishing Stone, learning of its power and how it worked. He said it could grant ten wishes and no desire was above its power. On the tenth wish the stone would return to its temple and await another to find it, though it supposedly took three months to restore its power even if it was found quickly.

The man hatched a clever scheme; use the first nine wishes to grant the beginning of his desires, and the final to drag some poor soul to fetch it for him. Clever indeed, but he let his ego get the best of him, for wishes are fickle things, and poorly worded they can bring disaster to their master. While he seemed smart enough to word his wishes as such for his first nine, he lust for more clouded his tenth wish. I will find this stone as he wished, but I will make sure none can ever use it again.

At first I was confused as to why it choose me, but as I made my through the forest, I could see why. This enslavement showed me I had a strength, a will I never truly thought I had. It makes me both proud but yet disgusted that I could only find it chained to a demonic artifact under the desire of a shell of a man. Yet it was this determination that gave my eyes the sight of the temple that housed this stone, for I could feel it in this one.

I had past temples long abandoned and reclaimed by nature prior, and this was not too different other than the signs of recent tracks and the sounds of fighting inside.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath, unfazed by its hoarseness brought by the little drinkable water granted by this forest.

Adventurers had apparently found the stone first, and they seemed to oppose the other. I did not care, and snaked my way into the temple, my longing for contact had long since been eroded as I drew closer and closer to the stone. From the light of torches on pillars and obelisks, and gunfire from Automatons, I saw two opposing factions. A Pharoh and her squad of Girtablilus’, Anubis’ and Sphinx’s were exchanging spells against gunfire from Automatons and a corrupted Anubis.

They did not notice me as I darted behind pillars near the wall, keep my movements slow in spite of my ever growing heart beat as I drew nearer and nearer to the Wishing Stone. Like a vice it clawed my brain and soul, and like a moth to a flame I could not look away. It shone in the sunlight on a simple stand, innocent looking yet truly sinister.

I grasped it, feeling its odd heat as I held it in my hands. Time truly ceased as I looked into it, as if the world froze. But it was not my world that I was in, but rather a void, tingling across my skin with infinite possibilities. The orb was my only source of light, and from it a voice seemed to speak, though calling it a voice is simply putting it in terms that I could best comprehend. It spoke of desires, the desires that were in the very pits of my heart, wants I knew I had and knew I did not have. It tempted me, teased me that it and more could be mine.

But its voice was trounced by my own, as my heart overflowed with righteousness that pushed out any want I thought I had. I began to speak.

“I wish any and all Wishing Stones-” sensing my desire the stone began to react. My tongue felt heavy and my mouth began to dry and burn. I could feel invisible hands tightening around my throat. But I remained determined.

<p class="MsoNormal">“To cease to exist and never return.”

<p class="MsoNormal">A scream echoed in the void, I scream I could only just barely recognize as my own. Light began to fill the void and a thunderous boom and a searing flash I found myself on the floor of the temple, which as rocks fell upon my head I knew was collapsing. I did not care, my life felt consumed by that horrid stone, and no doubt my time spent in this forest had my friends and family assume the worst of my fate. I let the ceiling chunk fall on top of me, a wave of content spread over me. I had saved the world from a hideous evil.