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)


22. chapter 22

I looked around as soon as the thrill of the festivities dwindled to nothing the next morn. I looked at the mess in the hopes of finding a Lifstone. I wished that I could find one here in the mist of this party so there would be more of a chance here than anywhere else the only other place was, unfortunately, the university.

“Mistele?” Bill chimed and I turned around to look at him. He looked happy to see me as I was him. For once I felt optimistic again that the road head of us on this quest. I jumped from my spot and twirled with my cloak fallowing my hand. Bill’s eyes looked like stars as I grasped his hand.

“I feel wonderful Bill. New Year, new outlook. Now let’s see if there is any Lifstones that were left behind from last night!” I called out and Bill smiled widely and shook his head like he knew that I was going to still be obsessed in finding the one thing that will save my life but the way I am acting is a new side of me to him.

“Ok, Mistele.” He laughed and I started to move to the streets away from where we camped.  The sky was shining the brightest blue that I had ever seen while the ground was still speckled with colored paper from the night before. The houses were colored by the blast of the celebration to where it was a wonderland of colored paper snow.

I ran around and made sure that I was looking everywhere. I wasn’t going to miss a spot since that night was going to be the best chance for a very long time. Bill, on the other hand, was searching in the bag for something that I wasn’t sure of until he pulled it out.

The charm that he chose was something like a bunch of random pieces of metal and silver with touches of gold. He said a few words to activate the charm and I was ecstatic that he had an item detector on him. The charm glowed a solid pink with a red outline as he held the chain tight.

“How do you know so many spells?” I asked out loud instead of keeping it in a thought bubble. 

“Spell bounds know how to talk to charms in their tongues while the maker sets the voice and teaches it what to do.”  Bill explained and then he busted out laughing. “And it helps when you had been serving a master wizard since you had gotten in trouble within his castle.”

“What do you mean?” I asked curious but Bill seemed to not hear me. I shook the question off and kept looking.

Hours went by with no luck. The disappointment was starting to show up in my mind again until I spotted something in the back of one of the many carts that was selling New Year garb, a Lifstone.

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