Within a span of 30 days, Christina had fused a few items into gold as she couldn’t stop crying tears of joy over the littlest thing. Everything around here was a first for her so I completely understood why she couldn’t stop crying. Was it when she first held a puppy? Or when she first ate food that wasn’t giant flesh, you name it!. The first time It rained, she observed it’s droplets with sheer curiosity and when it landed on her skin, she freaked out thinking she was crying without her knowledge and that made her cry all the more. Everything overwhelmed her and I understood the feeling quite well as that was exactly how her island overwhelmed me too with it’s golden bedding, beautiful festivals, horses and soft beds. Sometimes it could be because she was extremely happy on our land and other times, it could be because she remembered the one eyed giant who was killed on her behalf. Nonetheless with the gold that was produced, she used it to pay all Aunt’s and I’s debt and moved

300 years later. “Wow Father, this is beautiful!”. Christina and I’s 40 years old son, Gerald exclaimed as he stared at the huge white –with a little touch of gold—skyrise apartment. Gerald is our first son and a sturdy business man. He’d taken interest in learning business immediately we’d moved to the city and I couldn’t be more proud to see my son excel do well in his choice of study.He Is currently married with a fine lady that works in his field of work and they have two beautiful girls, twin girls to be precise---Katherine and Katherina---“I really couldn’t agree less, father”. Miriam, our daughter chimed in. She was a spiltting image of Christina. From her long blonde hair to her green eyes. She’s our first and only daughter, the second born of the family and probably Christina’s favourite---although Christina always denies that she doesn’t have a favourite--- but it shows and we all know it too. Being an epitome of beauty just like her mother, she’d had different spouses

In a split second, my eyes flash before my eyes and I felt regretful. Regretful for having lived a life that had no meaning whatsoever, regretful for having allowed Korn bully me out of my workplace, regretful for having exchanged harsh words with my mother. If only I could have a second chance...but then, would I do things differently?. I wouldn't know until I get that chance. "Damn, my head" I wince in pain, rising up to my feet while placing my hands on my head. Then, I remember that I wasn't even supposed to be alive. "What is going on?" Taking a look around my surrounding, I find myself in a place that I couldn't recognize. Surrounding me were high mountains whose peak were hovered glistening light. Water falls freely down the side of the mountain into a river of clear sliver water that flowed into a riverbank. There were different species of flower dancing freely by the bottom of the mountain. "What in the world is this place?" I questioned, filled with amuse

How did I know that my senses had been awakened?. That's because the light emitting from the strange artifact blinded my eyes so badly that the box had fallen from my hands. But just before the box could touch the ground; time stops and reverses settling the box back in my hands. "What the-" I say, bewildered. "M..o..v..e" came the giant's voice pushing me out of the way as they uproot a tree onto their shoulders. But do you know what was insane? The fact that I was pushed by a giant but wasn't moved from where I was standing. As if I suddenly had a strength par with a giant. I chuckled over my absurd thought. "That can't be right. Maybe the giant didn't push me hard enough" My gaze lingers at the giants as they go about uprooting more trees from their root as an idea creeps into mind. Placing the strange artifact back into it's box and tucking it into my pocket, I moved to stand infront of a tree exhaling deeply. "Here goes nothing" Placing my hands at either side

The interior of the bookstore gave an eerie feeling as it was dimly lit with flickering candles. Walking down the aisle, the path leads to numerous bookshelves that were shaped like a door. Those bookshelves had no walls on them. "How can we help you?" A voice inquires, startling me. Turning sideways towards the direction of the voice, I come face to with a talking wall. Swallowing deep, I inquired. "Do you run this place?" "The store owner is out for some couple of days" The wall replies. "We don't know when she'll be back" "We?" The wall clears his throat, probably annoyed. "I take it that you are new then. What can I help you with?" "I'm looking for a book that can help me learn magic" There was silence before the wall lets out a deep hearty laughter. "Magic isn't just for anyone to learn, boy. If that were to be the case, I'd be a talking human not a talking wall" "You've come to the wrong place so see yourself out" The wall concludes. Anger coursed through