New story, new chalenge...
Disclamer: I only own my fantasies not the characters
Once upon a time in a world were human imagination was bond to materializes in form of books and other material containers like movie tapes and DVDs, a girl wished to meet her heroes in real life.
One night in a dream a black fog engulfed her. Hovering in nothingness a melodic low voice called out to her.
"I can grant your hearts deepest desire! Would you like it?" said the sickeningly sweet voice.
"Yes, if it's not of a problem." answered the girl immediately with dreamy eyes.
"Very well, you will be able to enter any story and you will be able to bring anything from the stories to your world, if…"
"If?" asked the girl with suspicion, she knew that even if her wish could be granted she would have to pay a prize and a big one for the grandiose desire.
"If you help a tiny bit" 'I knew it' thought the girl
"And what might that 'tiny bit of help' be? I won't do anything that can end my life."
Laughing the presence swirled around her. "No, it won't harm your life. You just need to find this container and break it into peaces to release my power. Then your desire will be fulfilled and you will be able to enter any realm you wish." He showed a clear image of an antique vase with Sumer, Egyptian, Babylonian and Greek writing on it. It was sealed with a cap.
"Oh, you want me to vandalize an invaluable artifact from the museums warehouse. This is…"
"So you know where it is. I truly found the perfect person to release my powers. You will help me, won't you?" came the sweet voice
"How do I know that you really exist, not just in my dreams? Show your true face to me!" demanded the girl knowing well that she was in a dream. She was rather experienced with lucid dreaming, because she often manipulates her dreams to such an extent that it almost became real.
"Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst toprove yourself…" said the foggy voice
"Oh please, spear me the sorting ceremony of Harry Potter, I know it by heart now and it is pathetic to use something like this to achieve what you want. If you are not ready to shove yourself then forget the deal. And I don't take the 'I don't have a solid body' as an excuse, you always can show me your past self or any evidence of your actual existence."
"Well, well you know all your possibilities, that is impressive. I thought it would be easy to convince you because of such a desire but I didn't expect resistance and logic from you part."
"Then you didn't do your homework, when you have chosen Me." said the girl with a little pout on her lips. She rarely displayed such childish actions even thought she was merely 14.
"I don't have much time left so listen. When you will go to where the vase is kept and I will be there in the form that I have now and you will destroy the damn thing and we both get what we want and live happily ever after. Deal?" extending the fog like a hand.
"Deal." Tried to shake the foggy hand, but the minute she touched the black mist she woke up in her room, her right hand extended as if she shook an invisible hand.
She stared at her hand for another couple of second before she jumped out of her bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day. Ten minutes and a scolding for not eating breakfast later she was out of the house and on her way to her summer job in the museum.
The museum was a local one mostly displaying the regional culture and history. The rare item that she was supposed to destroy was a gift from Egypt, or was it from Rome; it doesn't really matters, to professor Mara K. Janach, a famous archeologist in the domain, because he was the one who found it in Jordanian in a cave with other artifacts.
Entering the museum she greeted the workers and took her lab coat and proceeded to wash the ceramics that were brought in from a local excavation. She loved her job; it was practice for later because she wanted to become an archeologist like the professor.
"Gabrielle, could you bring this to the storage room?" asked the man who was labeling the cleaned peaces of ceramics and putting them into boxes.
"Of course. Which one?" she asked because the storage rooms were numbered.
"Nr.4, Iron Age, sixth row left column." Said the man mechanically and placed another piece in the next box.
Gabrielle scooped up the box and the storage key and left. The storage rooms were in the basement of the laboratories that were built near the mansion that was used as the museum. She was about to put the box to its rightful place when she lost her balance and crashed down braking a vase that she hadn't seen there the moment she climber on the latter to place the box. At the sound of the crash one of the workers stormed into the room. Seeing the girl on the floor with a box in her hand and flat on her back, he helped her up.
"Are you all right angel? Are you hurt somewhere?" asked her holding the box.
"No, just… the latter… I slipped." She was catching her breath because the fall knocked it out of her. She turned around to see on what she had landed, when suddenly heard a gasp.
"You are bleeding…" said the man and pointing on her upper leg. There truly was a huge gash and blood was sipping down to her ankle covering the broken pieces of a vase.
"Oh, no. I broke something." said not really interested in the wound on her leg.
"It doesn't matters we can fix it, but firs we must see to your wound, I think a piece priced the arteries on your leg." Potting down the box on the floor he dragged the girl out of the storage room and up the stares to the main laboratory to cline and aid the wound.
None of the saw the dark cloud pouring out of the blooded pieces and no one heard the cold laugher. The black smoke disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
By the time Gabrielle was tended to someone picked up the broken vase and brought it to the restaurateur lab for reparation and the incident was soon forgotten.
That night the girl was visited by the mist and her wish was granted.
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