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Chapter 1: Bowerstone Slums

A little boy wakes from his slumber and yawns. The little boy stands and stretches walking from the small makeshift shack that he and his older brother called home. Light fell down through the canopy of buildings above him "Another gloomy day in paradise." Said the little boy sighing as he began to look for his brother. "Angelo! Where are you?!"

"Right here sleepy head! I gotcha some breakfast," joked Angelo.

"Yeah more like you stole me breakfast!" he took the stolen apple and took a bite out of it.

"See Beau I'm not totally useless these hands are better than just bein a blacksmiths assistant!" he angrily jumped off of the box he sat on. Angelo stretched and pushed his greasy hair from his face…

"Hey ya hear that!! What could that all be about!" Angelo grabbed Beau's hand and ran off in the direction of the bustling townspeople weaving in and out of the people as he ran to the traders caravan that seemed to be selling some strange objects.

"Ello, Ello good poor people of Bowerstone! I brin' to you today the most exotic of goods only to dazzle the eyes of the rich… but today I will sell to you for prices that even Avo would consider a sin!! I hold before your very eyes this amazing potion that can bend time to your will! Just drink one drop and you'll be able to freeze everything around you…." the trader began to bewitch the poor people into buying his goods with prices that were still rather outrageous until, the man shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a small picturesque looking stone.

"This small stone, a product of the stonecarvers of old. This small blue stone is said to grant a wish for its owner… and it's only three and yes I said three gold pieces!" the trader held the stone in his palm with a look of awe over the audience he layed it on the table waiting for its lucky buyer, the townspeople shrugged it off and went on with their daily lives but the two boys stared in awe over the stone.

"Hey little bro… lets have a competition," said Angelo with a smirk on his face.

"Your on whoever gets the stone first gets the wish!" The boys spat in their hands and shook on it, all that was on the line was one wish.

To Be Continued…