Stone

A thin whisp of cloud floated in front of the moon obscuring the world in darkness. A wolf howled in the distance, and a man stumbled out from a behind a tree. Lucifer quickly walked faster and faster, trying to leave the echoes of his previous conversation behind. In his head Clarisse was cackling madly;

“You? Be good? My boy anyone who’s heard that has surely had a heart attack!”

Lucifer shudders and clutches a small, round bundle close. He muttered, possessed with anger;

“I will be good! Just you wait you mad old witch!”

Walking briskly with newfound determination, Lucifer reached the cliff. The cloud floated back into the night, and the moon’s ghostly glow fell upon Lucifer’s shoulders. The wolf’s howling ceased, and the world waited with baited breathe. He opened the bundle and pulled out the Stone. The Stone’s colour changed again and again, from violet to aqua, from tomato red to daisy yellow.

“You won’t harm anyone else Stone!” Lucifer yells.

Grabbing his pocketknife, he splits the Stone again and again, until it finally lay in pieces.

“I’m done!” he mutters and lets the jagged pieces fall from his hands into the sea below.

A cold, hard voice speaks out;

“I’m not done with you yet boy, I still have the Books!”

Lucifer sighs knowing that the voice was right. Gavada still had the Books, he still had the powers. Fate hadn’t finished with him yet, he still had a long way to go.

Alannah M.

Year 8.