The next morning I wake up, feeling some what excited as this was the day that Samuel and I are going to open the box. I packed a bag of essentials last night. And Jess spent the night pleading me not to do it I managed to persuade her by telling her that I could not let it happen to anyone else, at this Jess decided to accompany us.
In the evening the three of us head down to the cellar. Once we get there I open the map and follow it in till we reach the box. The three of us decide that Samuel should open the box as me and Jess were, well, Wonsworths. He pulls the box open and a golden light comes out which I don't seem to remember, and a few words come out of it.
If you look to destroy, the one who has been affected is the one.
Me.
I grab my bat and swing it onto the box.
Another message comes out.
Stronger than weapons only Wonsworth passion can power.
I stand still for a bit and think about everyone I know. Everyone who was affected by this box. I think about Jesus's scared face when she saw me in the wheelchair. I think about Mum and how she spent everyday with me, she neglected herself so that I could get better. I raise my bat and bring it down upon the box.
And it is destroyed.
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The Magic Box (Completed)
General FictionFifteen year old Cassiopeia finds a 'supposed to not exist' box in her ancestral Manor. The Box has driven her ancestors mad for centuries. Will she be able to put a stop to it?
