The Lost Stone Of Consequences

Chapter 13: The Stone

This chapter will explain how the stone came to be and explain its end location, and its' story as best as I can. I will be working on the next real chapter of the story, so be patient!

Year: Minecraftia year 1867

The Stone of Consequence was found by a group of fishermen as it washed ashore near their seaside village.

At first, they thought it was the legendary Heart of the Sea, and tried to make a conduit, but the recipe didn't work. Then a young daughter of a sailor, while holding it as the elders argued what to do with it, made a small wish upon the stars that everyone's father and/or siblings came home safely and brought the Heart of the Sea with them.

The Stone heard her wish and granted it.

Two weeks passed, and the ships filled with the sons, daughters, and fathers came home, bringing with them the legendary Heart needed.

The girl, however, upon realizing that the Strange Stone had granted her wish, felt fear.

She knew that if people found out, they would abuse the power of the strange stone, so she hid it for as long as she could, only asking for little things at a time, things as simple as more visitors to their town, or small gifts and wishes for her friends and family.

The Stone, hidden in a box in her bedside table, granted these with no problem, but on rare occasions, would charge her a small fee of either misfortune or a bit of bad weather. What she noticed was that these rare consequences always were balanced to what she asked for.

As time passed, the girl grew older into a beautiful woman that her family was proud of. The mother was the first to notice her daughter's strange behavior of talking to her bedside table, so, when her daughter was out, she decided to investigate.

And she found the stone.

The Stone, upon sensing the mother nearing it, had changed its appearance to a softly colored amethyst, something the mother didn't like, while with the daughter, it was a tiger's eye.

The mother took the stone to the elders, who studied the stone, then, after the mother told what she had heard her daughter say, made a small wish.

Immediately in front of them, a small bag of gold fell onto the table, spilling its contents over the table; however, rain began to fall outside.

Immediately seeing the rain, they called for the girl and asked what the stone did. She grew terrified and explained what she had done, pleading for mercy and forgiveness.

But the elder's greed overtook them upon hearing everything, they ordered the girl to ask for riches, shoving the stone into her hand, it once again returning to a tiger's eye.

The Stone, sensing the fear and grief in the girl, grew angry.

The girl made the wish, threatened with the death of her and her family if she didn't, and bags and chests filled with gold and jewels pilled up around her.

Upon the riches landing, the consequences of it hit. Parts of the elder's families died within the next week, all to a strange illness that had no cure.

The young woman was devastated, as the stone had been found and what she had feared to happen had come to fruition. But this was not the end of her troubles.

After the grieving time, to keep the lady from leaving the village, they married her to the youngest elder, who was only about three years older than her. This elder, however, had not been overcome with greed, so he and his bride plotted to run away with the stone in tow.

As time passed, the greed of the elders began growing steadily, and they threatened the young bride to get more riches and wishes granted. The stone, as the bride and her husband often whispered small wishes for wisdom, and help in-between these times, sometimes gave consequences, other times it did not.

After several weeks of observation, the husband realized that the girl had a twenty-five percent chance to have a consequence, while the others had a hundred percent chance for a consequence.

After several months of plotting, wishing, and preparing, the two gathered everything they owned, got on a boat with the stone in a small, sacred box that the village made, and sailed away with the remainder of their families, and others that weren't tainted by their greed.

As they sailed away, they watched as the remaining elders and villagers raced about and got on boats to chase them. The StoneHolder, as the girl had come to be called, now heavy with child, whispered to the stone for safety around the ship that she and everyone else that was good was on.

The stone, granting the wish, made a wind rise and keep the enemy ships back, letting the ship the StoneHolder and the runaway villagers were on to escape.

After several weeks at sea, the boat finally came to a shore, where the anchor was dropped and all the villagers began gathering supplies to build their new village. Life became happier again, with everyone only asking the Stoneholder to wish on the stone for simple things.

The years passed, and the young woman gave birth to many children, sweet and wise like their parents, yet the stone was not passed down to a child of the StoneHolder.

It chose a boy of another family, and the stone was tenderly passed over to the new StoneHolder. Throughout the years, decades, and centuries, the stone was passed from hand to hand, family to family, yet all had one similarity.

Each StoneHolder was chosen by the stone based on their hearts. The StoneHolder always seemed to want to make sure others were safe and happy before themselves.

The last StoneHolder chosen was a young woman with orange hair and emerald green eyes in a small village deep in the mountains. As she aged, she fell in love with a man with white eyes and black hair, married the man, and gave birth to three children.

Upon her death, her husband made a room with a pedestal in the middle, the walls decorated with murals of many of the past StoneHolders. The first StoneHolder's mural was the young woman with her blue hair, the stone a tiger's eye, and fishing rods behind her. Each mural was different; from a miner's child with an obsidian gem, a beekeeper with a topaz, a witch's apprentice holding a ruby, to a flora child with rose quartz, yet each mural always had a stone of some type with a young person.

Since the death of its last Holder, the stone knew that the next Holder would come to it, so it remained in its chamber, waiting patiently for the Chosen one to come through the doors.

To be continued...