The quest for the Lifstone

The dark depths of the dragons lair, the ever winter snowflake, the cloak of every mage, I have seen them all but I am going to face the hardest challenge that I had ever faced... The race before death takes me forever.... PLEASE note: some the events in here are through my eyes while I was getting my second heart transplant and are real only portrayed differently to match the book. (Participated in NANo 2014)


15. chapter 15

“Why were you not so assertive while we were talking to her?” I grumbled to Bill as we glanced over the darkened stash of Lifstones that must had been here since who knows when.

“Be thankful that we had made it this far since you had almost got us thrown out!” Bill exclaimed and I glared at him. I knew that he was correct in his statement but the fact that I was so close to that Clove it would had made it easyer to get a fresh stone instead of something that might not even exist.

“Look at most of these stones though Bill, a good portion of these are black, used or even timed out. Remember these do have a time limit on these stones.” I said as I grabbed one and saw the black inside the stone that swirled the dark purple and brown in loops around a very faded and dead rose that had swiveled up to a hideous gray. I stared at it and then over the others thinking even if we look though this entire pile than there might be one, just one that would be perfect for me.

We looked and looked glancing stone after stone only to see the same darkness as before. There was a few as I picked them up was when they burnt out and my hopes kept sinking deeper and deeper into despair with each one.

“Mistele! I think I have a good one!” Bill shouted and I rushed to him. The joy of finally finding a perfect stone was all that I needed to suevive with only memories but when I got there all I was saw was a mistake.

The stone was not shiny but dull, clinging onto life before it goes out. The rose wasn’t as bright as it should while the fumes of death were already upon it. The streams of darkness were starting to paint itself along the stone line the winter lights in the mountains.

“Bill this isn’t that grand, death had claimed this one and it will go out any minute. I appreciate your gumption though.” I said and I set the stone down. The darkened feet of finding a Lifstone that would be useful was starting to become a chore and depressing.

“Well there are plenty others so we better keep searching.” I wished that I had Bill’s enthusiasm at the moment but I don’t anymore. Every single one was a stone of wishful thinking and staring at my fate. I do this a lot; fight all my might for something only to find the black behind it.  I started to watch Bill for a while and all I could do at the moment was sit and weep at the fact in an entire place not a one would be perfect or at least close enough to where I could live for more than a lifetime.

I started for the door knowing that this was going to be hopeless. I can feel the invisible rain form around me though I wish it was a true cloud of rain. I went to the other side of the door and leaned against it for a moment. I should have known better than to get my hopes up but I did. The want to get this behind me was grand, to grand to where only the people that would understand was the people that had went through the exact same if not similar thing.

“Why?” I asked myself as I slid down to my knees. I wanted to see the stone, the stone of my dreams but all I seem to get is nothing. I huffed and then I thought maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. But everything just felt right going in but now it just feels wrong.

“Mistele?” I hear next to me and it was Bill being beside me once more.

“I’m not ok Bill.” I say and Bill cocked his head to the side not understanding what I was saying. 

“You are fine Mistele, we just need more time….” He said and I cut him off.

“MORE TIME? I am not sure how much time we have since that death clock doesn’t have a timer on it.” I snapped and Bill didn’t leave he stayed where he was with a blank look on what to say now.

“I wish it did to.” Bill said and I looked at him curiously, maybe he does know what I am saying.

“I hate the way I am right now. It’s one thing to wish a person that needs to die tis another to want an innocent person to meet their fate.” I chimed and broke in sorrow but Bill wrapped me in his arms. The arms of a friend, embrace of someone whom is there for anything the feeling that I had before but I had forgotten what it felt like.

“I am in the same world Mistele.” He whispered in my ear which sent chills through my body but it also felt good at the same time. I glanced over to him and I was at a loss for words I knew thinking like I was is not accepted in the society that I live in. I start to stand but Bill grasped my arm.

“I am not ok.” I cried and he didn’t let go.

“Yes you are. I am thinking the exact same way, I feel horrible that I put you through this.” Bill breathed and grasped my arm tighter.

“But we still need to move on. Time’s running out.” I huffed trying to get this thought out of my head but it is not since I know the requirements of a Lifstone. Bill pulled himself up and we went off to tell the queen of our misfortune in hopes that she might sacrifice someone for us.

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