Rating: K plus
Genre: Horror/Supernatural
Summary: Chaos, for Jet, is only an apple away.
What is that? is all Jet can think when he spots the thing at the side of his bed. It seems like some sort of fruit, at least in shape, but it's pure gold–impossibly gold. He runs his thumb along the smooth surface, marveling at its metallic-yet-soft feel. There are marks on one side. He studies them, trying to make something of the odd shapes and lines–and then they move.
Characters form from the mess of wriggling lines. FOR THE FAIREST
He blinks, and the characters start wriggling again, creating another, longer set of words.
Hello, grandson. Enjoy your Apple of Discord.
-Eris
Apple of Discord? He's never heard of anything like that, though he isn't one for campfire stories. Maybe one of his kids would know...but something told him to keep this hidden. He could feel the chaos and war radiating off of the object.
Best to keep it hidden for now.
AAAAAAAAAAAAND it's July. Hope no-one's too disappointed by the delay, but no-one ever really reads these, do they?