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The Crystal

Task: Write a story in your favorite genre

Genre: fantasy

Title: The Crystal

The sun beat down mercilessly on the scorching black pavement as Samantra Delkom started towards home, book in hand. Everyone knew her in her small hometown. Everyone knew that whenever you saw her, she'd be buried in another book. That's just the way she was, and that's exactly what she was doing at that very moment. Her head was bent over her book as her eyes flicked across the page, her feet carrying her the routine steps towards home.

"Morning, Samantra!" Mr. Mayjack called from where he sat at the coffee shop across the street. "Reading yet another book, I see."

Samantra didn't answer, but waved at him with her eyes still glued to the book to show she had heard. Of course, since she always had her nose buried in a book, she tended to be clumsy. This was why, as she made her way through an alleyway as a shortcut to her house, she tripped. Her knee hit the ground hard, ripping a hole in her jeans and bringing tears to her eyes. Her bag skittered over the loose pebbles strewn about the alley, the flap coming open and letting loose all her schoolbooks. Her notebook and pen fell out of the pocket, and the book she had been holding went flying, skidding to a stop next to a small glittering object. She got to her feet, dusting herself off and ignoring the rip in her jeans where a small bruise was now blossoming over her knee, and made her way over to pick up her books. Her notebook and schoolbooks hadn't slid nearly as far as her other book, so she picked them up first. She stuffed them back into her bag and slung it back over her shoulder before going to pick up her library book, and that was when she noticed the crystal. It was small and white, with silver vines twisted around it in a intricate pattern, and a long silver chain that hung off of it. Shrugging, she pocketed the necklace, thinking it was nothing more than another piece of useless jewellery, and picked up her book.

As she straightened, she looked up, she turned to make her way back down the alleyway and out to the street at the end, but the alley wasn't there anymore. Samatra now stood amidst tall, dark trees, and the morning sunlight was gone, replaced by pouring rain and muted grey moonlight, hidden by clouds. She stared at it all, speechless, her hair plastered to her head from the pouring rain. As she turned in a circle to take it all in, her ears caught the rustle and slide of fabric across the wet ground. looking down at her body, her eyes widened even more. Instead of her jeans and t-shirt that she had thrown on that morning to walk to the library, she was dressed in a full length crimson gown, the full sleeves embroidered with shimmering gold thread that glittered with a light of its own.

Her book was still in her hand, having somehow not changed like everything else had, and her knuckles were white where they wrapped around the spine. She stopped moving, still speechless. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. This isn't real. Count to ten and open your eyes, Samantra, and all of this will be gone. You'll be at home, safe in your warm bed, and you'll forget all about this. But when she opened her eyes again, nothing had changed, except that the rain had stopped. The howl of an animal she couldn't identify cut through the night air, and her mind was suddenly filled with fear of this strange world that she had come to. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and soon they were streaming down her face as she fell to her knees in the mud, her skirts spread out around her and her book clutched to her chest as she broke out sobbing, the noise filling the silent forest as she cried.

How long she sat there, crying her eyes out in the middle of this strange forest, she didn't know. When her sobs finally quieted and she wiped her eyes, the rain had stopped. The summer air was warm, and a soft breeze blew through the trees, rustling their leaves. The sounds of the forest filled her ears, but she didn't look up. She stared at the ground as her brain tried to process fully what this place was and how she had gotten here, until she heard the clop of horses hooves, and the click of boots on stone. Her head shot up and her eyes locked on a person, standing in front of her. Her brain finally snapped to attention, and registered that there was a boy standing over her, watching her with curious eyes. She gasped and scooted backwards, her eyes wide, but the boy seemed to notice she was frightened of him and stepped back, holding up his hands to show he didn't want to hurt her.