The Legend of The Crying Gold Statue

Ben is a hardly a regular teenager, for one he is the great, great, great etc, etc grandson of King Midas. That along with a curse that is placed on every 16 yr old in the family will be the desruction of him. - For the Hidden Power Competition

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1. Prologue

The attacks started happening four days ago, on my sixteenth birthday. My mum died, because of me. It turns out one of my ancestors was King Midas. But instead of touching things, a certain number of objects turned to gold around me. The number increased every time, as well as the distance away from me and the number of days separating each attack. That was what killed my mum. I am two days away from my third attack. Me and my father have left the city and now live in a small hut hidden high up in a tree, deep inside a forest. We had a dog, his name was Buddy and he was the cutest little sausage dog. But we had to leave him with my auntie, I didn't want the Gold to claim him as well. That's what me and dad called it.

'Ben, come here and help me bring in the groceries!' My dad yelled from the bottom of the tree. 'Be right there.' I replied. Dad had recently gone into the city to get supplies for the next 6 days. We kept them in a separate hut, along with a portable fridge and a cupboard, we keep the hut padlocked and it has no windows, so animals can't get in. The hut we live in, however was spacious and simple. It was cluttered with many items, so that when the Gold occurred it would have something to transform. My super rich uncle and auntie pay for all the things we need, they're well paid actors who have starred in many movies, so they can afford the little things we need.

I finished helping dad bring everything up in to the store room with the little lift we have, it's basically a huge basket that’s supported with pulleys and ropes. I climbed back up the ladder into our hut, Dad was following close behind me. I inherited his jet black hair and dark green eyes, but I got my mother's tiny, rounded, no-lobed ears and her small stature. My short pointed nose, thin lips and scrawny build are features I developed myself. Dad however was tall and heavily muscled. He had heavy eyebrows and an angular face. He had thick fingers and large hands and feet.  But he was one of the smartest people, I knew. His thick fingers could handle the most delicate things, he was an inventor before we came out here, though his ideas were something of a joke to other researchers and inventors. He had created the pulley system, and he was working on a machine that didn’t require electricity to run, it needed gold. We would have an endless supply of it, so he didn't need to worry about fuel. We didn't have much gold to sell either, that's why we were borrowing from my auntie, we weren't going to sell mum, and we couldn't move the tree that had come with my second attack, I was outside reading under the shade of a tree, a bee had landed on a flower next to me. That was when the attack came, it killed the bee and the tree I was leaning on. The bee only got us a few dollars when we sold it. 'So Ben, what do you want to do?' Dad asked. 'Could I write?' I asked in reply. Writing was one of the things I could release my  emotions in, it reminded me of my mum, she was an author. I am always re-reading her books that she wrote. There was one that she hadn't finished when she died. I plan on finishing it for her. 'Sure, I'm going to go for a walk.' Dad said, then he left the hut. Other then the attacks, nothing very interesting happens, here in this hut. I was trying to get Dad to teach me too hunt, so if we stopped getting money, me and him could hunt for food, but he doesn't think it matters at the moment. I picked up the stack of paper that was mum's book and began writing. I poured my heart into this chapter, it was a chapter that a character dies, I wrote of the main characters sadness for losing a friend, and the woman who loved him, the despair and agony she was going through. I stopped this was reminding me too much of mum and what I went through.

The attacks started happening four days ago, on my sixteenth birthday. My mum died, because of me. It turns out one of my ancestors was King Midas. But instead of touching things, a certain number of objects turned to gold around me. The number increased every time, as well as the distance away from me and the number of days separating each attack. That was what killed my mum. I am two days away from my third attack. Me and my father have left the city and now live in a small hut hidden high up in a tree, deep inside a forest. We had a dog, his name was Buddy and he was the cutest little sausage dog. But we had to leave him with my auntie, I didn't want the Gold to claim him as well. That's what me and dad called it.

'Ben, come here and help me bring in the groceries!' My dad yelled from the bottom of the tree. 'Be right there.' I replied. Dad had recently gone into the city to get supplies for the next 6 days. We kept them in a separate hut, along with a portable fridge and a cupboard, we keep the hut padlocked and it has no windows, so animals can't get in. The hut we live in, however was spacious and simple. It was cluttered with many items, so that when the Gold occurred it would have something to transform. My super rich uncle and auntie pay for all the things we need, they're well paid actors who have starred in many movies, so they can afford the little things we need.

I finished helping dad bring everything up in to the store room with the little lift we have, it's basically a huge basket that’s supported with pulleys and ropes. I climbed back up the ladder into our hut, Dad was following close behind me. I inherited his jet black hair and dark green eyes, but I got my mother's tiny, rounded, no-lobed ears and her small stature. My short pointed nose, thin lips and scrawny build are features I developed myself. Dad however was tall and heavily muscled. He had heavy eyebrows and an angular face. He had thick fingers and large hands and feet.  But he was one of the smartest people, I knew. His thick fingers could handle the most delicate things, he was an inventor before we came out here, though his ideas were something of a joke to other researchers and inventors. He had created the pulley system, and he was working on a machine that didn’t require electricity to run, it needed gold. We would have an endless supply of it, so he didn't need to worry about fuel. We didn't have much gold to sell either, that's why we were borrowing from my auntie, we weren't going to sell mum, and we couldn't move the tree that had come with my second attack, I was outside reading under the shade of a tree, a bee had landed on a flower next to me. That was when the attack came, it killed the bee and the tree I was leaning on. The bee only got us a few dollars when we sold it. 'So Ben, what do you want to do?' Dad asked. 'Could I write?' I asked in reply. Writing was one of the things I could release my  emotions in, it reminded me of my mum, she was an author. I am always re-reading her books that she wrote. There was one that she hadn't finished when she died. I plan on finishing it for her. 'Sure, I'm going to go for a walk.' Dad said, then he left the hut. Other then the attacks, nothing very interesting happens, here in this hut. I was trying to get Dad to teach me too hunt, so if we stopped getting money, me and him could hunt for food, but he doesn't think it matters at the moment. I picked up the stack of paper that was mum's book and began writing. I poured my heart into this chapter, it was a chapter that a character dies, I wrote of the main characters sadness for losing a friend, and the woman who loved him, the despair and agony she was going through. I stopped this was reminding me too much of mum and what I went through.

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