Word / Genre Challenge #2

The word was: Plastic Bottle

Genre: Fantasy

“Well I’ll be honest,” said the merchant pawing at his wispy beard whilst turning the peculiar object over and around. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“That must make it valuable,” replied a cloaked figure rubbing his hands.

“I’ve never seen an Ogre turd, but I can assure you that fact doesn’t make it valuable. Where did you come across this strange vessel?”

“Let’s just say it was aquired.”

“Stolen! I thought as much.”

“Not stolen,” protested the objects owner. “Merely borrowed for research purposes.”

The merchant took a closer look at the clear, strange bottle. It wasn’t glass, as the sides could be pushed inward, and it’s weight was much lighter than anything of equivalent size. Some writing on the container’s base caught his attention,

‘Plastic Bottle: Widely Re-cycled’

Suddenly several figures burst into the Merchant’s Tent, each with an expression of frustration and anger.

“Jarrod of Breezewater, you pickpocketing swine,” said a heavily armoured knight, flanked by an equally armoured dwarf and robed elderly man. “I might of known that upon finding the bottle missing, you wouldn’t be too far from where it ended up.”

“Arkon! I thought I would save to the time and hassle in having the treasure appraised.”

“I want no trouble,” gestured the Merchant, backing away.

“The bottle then good sir,” replied Arkon holding out his hand.

“Certainly, but satisfy a curiosity if you may. Where did you find such a rare item?”

“I knew it was valuable!” muttered the thief.

“It was upon the banks of the river near Westerham,” declared the dwarf, earning a scowl from Arkon for his wayward tongue.

“Westerham? The location of the strange portal sighted but three moon’s back.”

“The same,” offered the old man. “We quest to find its source and the origin of the bottle.

Arkon sighed as he placed the strange object into his backpack. “Come, let us go for we have wasted too long upon Jarrod’s distraction.” He clipped the theif across the back of the head as he left the tent.

Jarrod was momentarily distracted from thumbing his newly aquired opal ring by the slap, but soon returned his attentions to his new prize.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


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