Saturday 28 March 2015

Day 87

[from The Ember Stone]

"Ah, Jacob, there you are!"

As Jacob entered the kitchen of his family's farmhouse, he was halted in his tracks by his mother, who was holding a crate full of loaves of bread. She quickly deposited the heavy crate into his arms. "Could you take these loaves up to the village bakery, please?" she asked. "They're almost out, and they have orders to fill."

Jacob had only come into the kitchen for a snack, and hadn't expected to have such a task suddenly and literally thrust upon him. However, he knew this wasn't a request, but a command, so he had no choice but to comply. "Okay," he said, nodding. "I'll be right back."

"Please do," said his mother. "Make sure you get the correct money from them."

"I'm sure I will, mom," said Jacob. "They've never tried to swindle us before."

"Well, you never know," said his mother. "Now go on, hurry along."

Jacob nodded, and turned back the way he had come. Having grown up helping on the farm, carrying around heavy loads such as this and completing other manual labour tasks, he did not find the crate particularly difficult to carry, despite its weight. Opening the door, however, was a little more tricky. Evidently his mother, in her rush to get the hot loaves to the bakery, hadn't quite thought of that. Luckily Genevieve, one of the farmhands, was on hand to open the door for him.

"Thanks, Genevieve," said Jacob.

"Don't mention it," said Genevieve, bowing a little. "Are you heading down to the village?"

"I am, yes," said Jacob. "Do you need anything?"

"Yes, but I suppose it can wait until after you're done," said Genevieve. "If you don't come back with the right money, your mother will get angry, won't she?"

"Yeah, she will," said Jacob. "Alright, I'll be off then."

"See you later, Jacob" said Genevieve, bowing once more. With that, Jacob headed through the open front door with the crate of bread, and Genevieve closed it behind him. He started to make his way through the fields, towards the dirt track that led to the small village about a mile away from the farm. Jacob travelled there on a regular basis, delivering fresh goods from the farm, and was familiar with most of the people who lived there. It seemed to him like the kind of sleepy village where the only significant events were weddings, deaths, and new arrivals; the kind of village where you could live your whole live without anything exciting or unusual ever occurring.

As he set off down the familiar dirt track, Jacob was not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen at that time, either. He had traced this route a hundred times before without incident. But today, things would be different.

Jacob noticed a bright red gleam out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, curious, he saw a crimson streak, like a shooting star, fall from the sky, arcing over the trees and landing with a soft thud in the grass a short distance away. His curiosity piqued, Jacob decided that neither his mother nor the bakery would notice if he took a little time to investigate. The bread would stay hot for a while longer, after all.

Jacob trudged off into the grass, heading towards the spot where he had seen the red streak land. As he reached it, he carefully put the crate of loaves down to one side and bent down to examine the small crimson object that glinted at him from between the blades of grass. It was a jewel, slightly smaller than his thumb, and glistening with a deep-red colour. As he looked more closely at it, he could almost see small flames smouldering within it, as though the very insides of the jewel were on fire.


Jacob didn't know what kind of jewel it was, but he guessed that it was probably quite valuable. If he took it to the jewellers' in the village, he could sell it and earn a lot of money for the farm. He reached out and gently picked it up, his fingers curling round it. It felt strangely warm to the touch. Pleased with his find, he slipped the stone into his pocket and stood up. Picking the crate of bread back up, he continued on his way to the bakery at the village as though nothing had happened.

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