Red Dust

Chapter 4

                                                                                    Chapter 4

                 "Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen."                                                                                 -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

     "Here it is." He said. "Where did you get this thing?" Rhys asked again. "I got it from a dream." He gave me a disbelieving look. "Legit?"  "Don't be a skeptic Ry. I got it from a dream, and there is no doubt about it." He held the bottle up to the light. "Well, if it came from Lyric, it has to be dreamy, just like her..." His voice trailed off. He just had a look of utter defeat on his face. You're not the only one who lost her! Rhys's words echoed in my mind from the day after she fell. "Well, what does it say?" I asked. The Book, to me, was just an empty block of thin wood with titles. All the important stuff was only to be seen by the person who owned it. "Well, look for yourself." "Ry, you know very well that I can't." "Well, I can't either. So, all we have is a bottle of red dirt to look at." I was hoping he was joking, but his face showed otherwise. "Have you ever opened it?" "Opened it?! Are you crazy?!" "What's the worst that could happen?" "Ry, this is serious! This could be, like, pandora's box in a jar or something! We could kill everyone!" "Ris. Calm yourself. It's a jar of dust. We ain't gonna kill anyone." Now lets open it." He grabbed his pocket knife out of his belt loop and flicked it open, sticking it in the neck. "Wait! I think.. I think I should open it." He nodded at me and handed me the bottle and the knife. I shoved the blade down the neck of the bottle and beneath the cork, and popped the cork off. The dust bega to sparkle, as if it was not dust, but ruby fragments. They glowed and swirled in the air, lifting out of the bottle. "Rhys? Rhys whats happening?!" The fragments swirled around me, like they were consuming me. "RHYS!"