Writing Prompt

Statement of Xavier Huynh, regarding a meeting with an unnamed individual, and a small leather bag that he had received with an odd black box located inside of it.

Statement begins.

It was about 8:41 at nighttime, which could possibly explain why the streets of London were weirdly quiet. Usually, there were people out in the town that had been roaming about, and either causing a ruckus or doing...

I slide the bag across the table where the hooded figure across from me peers inside. The shadows cover his face, but I can hear the surprise in his voice. "Where the hell did you find this?!" "Does it matter?" "... yes" came the answer.

I pause. Since when did he care about where or how I procure my goods? There's a reason I work with him almost exclusively, and it isn't his charming personality...

“Where do you think I found it, you fool.” I couldn’t believe the audacity of such a question. Did he really think that I could be so stupid?

“I know where you found it, but I don’t like it. This is how people get into trouble,” he sneered. The momentary look of shock was now firmly off his face. All I could think of was the last 24 hours.

How could I have landed myself here. I’m a straight, n...

“You should really hide your stuff better.” I smirk as I take it back.

His voice gets darker.

“Where. Did. You. Find. It?”

I met his gaze evenly. “We need to talk.”

They waited until it was a little further into the night. The bar they chose was popular, but most of the inhabitants were drunk or had left by the time they had arrived.

“So what makes you think you have the right to snoop around ...

I slide the damp plastic bag to him, his eyes dart down, confusion written on his face until he realizes what’s inside, quickly snatching it up and hiding it, looking around to see if anyone saw. He leans forward.

“Where the hell did you get this?” He says, the anger in his voice makes it feel as if he’s yelling, despite how quiet it really is. My head tilts to the side.

“Is this not what you w...

I passed them the leather satchel,

“Where the hell did you find this?”

“As if I’d tell you. Now, I charge a thousand coins per gram.”

“A thousand? Where do you think I’ll get that money? I’ll give you fifty at most.”

“One thousand and one hundred, every time you put up a fight I’ll raise it a hundred.”

“Fine!” The demon handed me a thousand and fifty coins.

“Only one? I thought you where sm...

In the Crater

Were two very dangerous weapons:

The Void Shard

And the Pyralithe

Right next to each other

A power

Unknown

Eira didn’t know everything

She didn’t know

**All **the power

She’d left the room

To help Jereth

Heal his zapped hand

The relics

Lie untouched

Their insidious power

Unfathomed

Left alone

Who knew

What chaos could be caused

From **_one small mistake_**

Jereth had wrapp...

“Don’t worry about where the hell I found it!” The girl sighs and switches up her tone. She rubs her forehead and paces back and forth.

“Look, I brung you what you asked for. I don’t know what else to do.” She dramatically shrugs.

“I wanted you to do this the *right* way. This is dangerous. Listen, this is top level shit right here.” He touches a small plastic bag in her duffel bag and plays ...

He slid the bag

Across the table

She took it

Instantly

And looked inside

“Where did you find this!?”

“Somewhere..”

“**WHERE**!”

She was shouting

Wanting to know

How Jereth had found it

In the bag

Was the **Pyralithe**

And **The** **Void** **Shard**

The two **_most_** **_dangerous_** things **_ever_**

“How did you get these, Jereth..?”

He sighed

“I found it”

“Where

Tell me

**NOW**

Or el...

I slide the bag across the table. The hooded figure peers inside before quickly drawing her hand away, as if she touched something hot. “Where the hell did you find this?”

“Exactly where you told Waylon it would be,” I say. I keep my tone calm, unlike her panicked demeanor.

“That’s impossible,” her eyes widen underneath the hood. She looks like a spooked bird, about to take flight at any sudden ...