Hellstone
My name is Serisun, and I am an archmage of the seventh house. That would be arcane babble for "I friggin' rock". I have to clarify- I'm one of the few magical beings to have survived the Magi Revolution. All of these newbies come in, with no respect for the terminology. Pisses me off.
Don't mind me, I'm just a little edgey from work. You gotta be patient when you're running a magic shop- people come in all time, and even though you know you've got an item to help them out, you've gotta convince them to buy the damn thing. That, and listen to their whining when they screw things up. You'd think they'd realize everything works in the end- how many fairy tales are there? But no, every day it's "Oh, miss, I screwed up my life and I want to you fix it for me. By all means, hand me happiness on a silver platter."
Anyway. This is the story of the Hellstone. Don't let the intro fool you- the revolt was fairly straight-forward, and I'm really not the best person to tell the story even if it wasn't. Lyodesh got what he had coming to him, but not without leaving that damn thing in my care. Why he thought it was a good idea, I'll never know.
The stone lay dormant for four centuries, but not even my magic could purify it. Not without help. And so, despite my better judgement, I sold it to a teenager near the turn of the millenium.
This is the story of the Hellstone, and the tales of the three souls it affected most.
Don't mind me, I'm just a little edgey from work. You gotta be patient when you're running a magic shop- people come in all time, and even though you know you've got an item to help them out, you've gotta convince them to buy the damn thing. That, and listen to their whining when they screw things up. You'd think they'd realize everything works in the end- how many fairy tales are there? But no, every day it's "Oh, miss, I screwed up my life and I want to you fix it for me. By all means, hand me happiness on a silver platter."
Anyway. This is the story of the Hellstone. Don't let the intro fool you- the revolt was fairly straight-forward, and I'm really not the best person to tell the story even if it wasn't. Lyodesh got what he had coming to him, but not without leaving that damn thing in my care. Why he thought it was a good idea, I'll never know.
The stone lay dormant for four centuries, but not even my magic could purify it. Not without help. And so, despite my better judgement, I sold it to a teenager near the turn of the millenium.
This is the story of the Hellstone, and the tales of the three souls it affected most.