Dwyn and Alastar have always been enemies, even though they don't even know exactly why. When the two open a mysterious box, they are forced to embark on a life changing journey to save a world from the catastrophe they had triggered. Help will com...
At the dinner table, the adults were having the time of their lives, watching as the two kids prepared for battle. Each of the two contestants had to eat a bowl of soup, seven chicken wings, two sausages, five spoonfuls of rice, five spoonfuls of mashed potato with gravy, a serving of salad, two large pieces of lasagna, and for desert, a cupcake and a slice of cake. And they could only drink two glasses of water. The one who would be able to eat all of that, would be proclaimed winner.
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When everything was set, Mr. Connor gave the Alastar and Dwyn the cue to begin eating and started the timer. The two forgot all about manners and dived into their food, stuffing their mouths as much as possible, while sending glares to each other.
"Aww look at our little piglets!" Mrs. Connor cooed. "Do hurry up, Al! Looks like Dwyn's going to beat you to it."
The parents roared with laughter at the "thanks mom for the support" look from Alastar as he began to eat even faster.
They were halfway through when Dwyn started to regret agreeing to this foolish challenge. Her stomach was already almost full, but the thought of losing to her enemy kept her going. She barely managed to swallow the last bite just before the other finished, and she threw her hands up in victory.
"Yes! YES! I won! I beat you Alastar!" she could barely contain her triumph. But her smile quickly faltered when she saw the smirk on his face. "Wait what did I do wrong? Is there something on my face?" the girl asked, starting to worry.
"Right now you don't have anything on your face. But after you'll look under your napkin, there might be a look of bitter defeat on it."
Dwyn quickly lifted the napkin, and to her great dismay, under it laid forgotten one of the two fat pieces of lasagna that she was supposed to eat.
"I really do hate to say it, but as much as I'd like to be able to eat it, I can't fit another bite in my overloaded stomach. And anyway, Alastar has already finished his food. So, even though it breaks my heart, I have to admit he is the winner of this challenge." Dwyn whines overly dramatic, clutching her heart.
"Heh! Told ya I was gonna win!" Alastar boasts. "Now the time has come for me to choose the punishment for the loser. Let me think..."
Ten minutes later, their mums and dads had already cleaned the table and gone to the game room and mini cinema in the basement, but the kids were still arguing over the punishment.
"Say, Dwyn," Alastar suddenly speaks up "do your parents still keep that weird carved box that we weren't aloud to touch in the shed?"
"Dunno. I never go in there really."
"Why? You still scared of the dark Hawthorne?" Alastar says smugly.
"You wish, Connor." Dwyn tried sound as confident as she could. She would never admit it in front of him, but yes, she was still scared of the dark and slept with the night night on.
"Alright then. For your punishment, go to the shed and bring that box here. You aren't aloud to take with you any source of light."
"Your wish is my command" Dwyn mockingly bowed and went to the back door that led into the garden.
As she stepped outside she mentally slapped herself for getting into this. It was pitch black, and she could hear the owls in the nearby forest screeching. Dwyn crossly stomped down the path that led to the shed in the back of the huge yard. As she reached the door, she felt a pang of fear at the thought of all the creatures that might be hiding inside. The girl flung the door open and frantically started searching for the light switch on the wall.
She let lout a sigh of relief when she found it and turned the light on. The inside of the shed was crowded with shelves and large packages, along with old clothes and housework. Dwyn pushed them out of the way and started walking towards the shelf where she had last seen the box. Thankfully it was still there. She grabbed it and hurriedly made her way out, switching the light out and carefully closing the door. She started fast walking towards the house. She was halfway there when a shadow sprang from behind a bush and scared the living soul out of her. she screamed and dropped the box in a puddle of mud. A raging laugh came from the figure, that Dwyn now identified as being Alastar.
"My word, that was priceless and totally worth followi-" Alastar was interrupted by a furious Dwyn banging her fists at him.
"You- SMACK- could've- SMACK- given me- SMACK- a heart- SMACK- attack-SMACK!
"Ouch woman! Calm down! I'm sorry ok?" the young man pleaded, raising his hands in defeat.
"Oh you better be!" she gave him a deadly glare, but stopped hitting. "Look at what you've done! You made me drop the box in mud, and now it's all filthy. And it's only your fault. Mum and Dad will me so mad at us when they find out."
"But who says they have to find out?" Alastar retorted. "We can take it to your room, clean it there and then we can put it back as if nothing has happened."
"On one condition. You will be the one to put it back in it's place." demanded Dwyn.
"Fine. Now let's hurry. We have to be careful not to make any noise."
The two snuck back into the house and made it to the room without getting caught. They both sat on the bed in silence, cleaning the box with damp rags. It was Alastar that spoke first.
"I wonder what's in there..." he said as he shook the box. "It sounds empty to me. Why would your parents want us to not touch it since there's nothing in it?"
"Maybe it's a family heirloom." suggested Dwyn.
"Nah. They wouldn't be keeping it in that dusty shed if it really meant something to them. I say we open it." said Alastar.
"I don't want to get into trouble. Maybe we should put it back."
"Come on. Don't be such a wus, Dwyn. Open it."
"Why me? You open it young man!"
"Aww is Dwynnie afraid of opening a box too?"
"Fine, I'll open it. But if anything bad happens, it's your fault."
"Sounds fair to me" Alastar agreed, knowing that nothing bad could happen opening a silly, old case.
"Wait. How do we open it? I see no latch or lock." said the girl. "Oh look, I found a button thingy. I'm gonna press it. Here goes nothing."
But as soon as the button was pressed, the box opened with a click, and everything went black.
Jallo my chimichangas!
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AAAAAGHHHHH!!!! What do you think happened to them? What exactly was the box and how did the Hawthornes get it into their possession? You'll find out in the next chapter...
As promised, I made this chapter longer. Word count: 1145 (without the note) Sorry for the eventual writing errors.
