31 Days of Stories

Day 6: The Greatest Weapon part 3

Marcus walked in the house shortly after three. He came and knocked on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I mumbled.

"What's wrong?" He asked, coming and sitting down on my bed. "Someone twist your leg the wrong way?"

"I got the unique weapon you were talking about." I was still sulking three hours later. I tried to write with my pens to see if they would change anything, but nothing happened. I guess one had, but it was just "I want to talk to Marcus", which was inevitable anyway. But that was the only thing I wrote with the Blue pen. I wrote something else with the Red one and nothing with the Purple one.

"What is it?" he asked, his eyes betraying some concern.

"Just some writing utensil," I practically spat. "Nothing that can even be used remotely like a weapon."

"I thought you didn't want to fight."

"I don't, but I can't exactly train with a stupid pen, now can I?"

"Can I see this quote stupid pen unquote? Surely it's not that bad."

I walked across the room to find the case where I had thrown it in frustration earlier. Marcus regarded me with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. I grabbed the case and handed it to him. He opened it and examined the pens with a good amount of awe and wonder. He took the Blue one and held it out to me.

"Have you tried writing with it yet?" he asked.

"Of course I have. It did nothing though. How could it? It's just a pen," I ranted.

"May I see it, please?" he requested, grabbing the bridge of his nose. At least he had the dignity to try to be polite.

I showed Marcus the paper, the ink shining darkly on the page. As he read what I wrote, I tried to read his face. His eyes widened slightly as he sent. He gasped and set the page down.

"You wrote here 'I really need to talk to Marcus.'" He gestured to bottom of the paper.

"Yeah. You were the one that said I would get a unique weapon. That's why I wanted to talk to you," I said.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked, growing excited.

"No, I've been here crying for Lances know how long." I was confused. What did time have to do with the stupid pens?

"Mal, Master Derek let me go ninety minutes early," he said.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I wondered, my face twisting in confusion.

"Master Derek never lets me go early. How long ago would you say you wrote that?" he asked.

" Um, about half an hour ago, maybe," I stated. Marcus somehow seem to get even more excited.

"That's about when Master Derek let me come home." he stood up and started pacing. "What if-? Wait no, that can't happen. But then, she got a bunch of pens. I guess we really don't know whats possible. But-. You know what? Let's test it." he mumbled.

"Test what?" I was kinda starting to get what he was saying, but I wasn't entirely sure. Master Derek let Marcus go shortly after I wrote that I wanted to talk to him. Did that mean the pens were magic?

"Write something with the same pen you used to say you wanted to talk to me." Marcus commanded. I didn't see a problem with that, so I grabbed the blue pen.

"Wait, what should I write?" I asked.

"Just something like 'my pens will always be in my pocket' or something like that."

I grabbed the Blue pen and wrote just that. My pens will always return to my pocket. "How's that?"

"That looks like a normal pen wrote it. Let's see if it worked." He grabbed my case, ran out of the house and threw it as far as he could. He came to my window. "Are they back yet?"

"No but I hope this works. Otherwise you have to go find all of my brand new pens." I smiled. The expression felt weird after a day of sulking and generally feeling sorry for myself.

Marcus frowned. "Ok, I'm coming in. We'll give it a few seconds."

As soon as the front door opened, I stuck my hand in my pocket and, guess what, it was still empty! Not that it really mattered anyway. Marcus stuck his head in my door. "Anything yet?"

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing. Maybe it was a coincidence."

"Did you check all your pockets?"

I dramatically reached my hands in my pockets, only to find... my pen case in my right pocket. What? How did that get there? I grabbed it and looked at it in bewilderment. Marcus looked downright giddy.

"It worked?" I gaped.

"It worked!" Marcus marveled.

"How? What?"

"I'm guessing that whatever you write with the Blue pen becomes reality," he explained.

"'The pen is mightier than the sword. I think we might be about to find out he truth of that statement.' Thats what Councillor Gilesprey said," I remembered. My heart started beating faster at this realisation. Shaping reality with a pen? That was the craziest thing I had ever heard of. And here I was with that pen. I had to be careful. That could be dangerous. What if someone forced me to write something?

"Gilesprey is a wise woman."

"Marcus, what is someone forces my to write something? I can't just do that. It could be disastrous for the world as we know it!"

He looked thoughtful. "Let's take this one step at a time, Mal. Besides, why would anyone force you to write anything? And no one knows about this but us, right?"

"Yeah, yeah you're right," I breathed a small sigh of relief. No one else knew what the pens could do. I was safe. I just hoped it would stay this way after everything was announce tomorrow. Marcus left and I realized that I forgot to ask him about El Roi. 

Ooh we're getting somewhere now. After I get this written, I'll edit and publish it separately. I have a villain in mind. Let's see if you can guess who it is. Part 3 will hopefully be longer.