Felt like posting a quick excerpt from my new story. This is actually the end of Chapter 1. Hope you enjoy it!
Brighton rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “We should get out of here.” He looked around at the two dead bodies laying on the ground. “the sooner the better. I don’t–” his eyes stopped on the wooden box sitting on the ground. it was about ten inches by ten inches and just over two feet long.
Vich followed his gaze. “Yeah, I was wondering about that too. What do you think is in it?”
“Only one way to find out.”
The two boys grappled with the lid of the wooden box. Brighton knew that the dagger would probably help to pry the lid off quickly, but couldn’t stand to think about touching it again. Finally, they got enough of a separation between the lid and the box that he could squeeze his fingers in the gap. Yanking at the lid, it finally gave way on the third tug, landing him on his back as he tumbled away. He looked up in time to see Vich’s face go white again. He clamped his hand over his mouth and turned away, spasming like he might get sick.
Brighton scrambled back to his feet and looked in the box. A piece of leather armor that looked like an elbow length glove lay inside, glowing with a faint blue energy. It was long enough to cover the forearm, had a gap where the wrist would be, and covered the hand, leaving the bare fingers exposed. He was able to judge the length with a degree of accuracy because the previous wearer’s bloody arm was still inside.
Vich looked back into the box, a bit of color returning to his face. “Brighton,” he said, almost whimpering. “Isn’t that…” He pointed to the fingers on the dead hand. A gold ring adorned the middle finger. Engraved on the top were the letters “MH”.
Brighton slammed the lid back on the box and fell away. He didn’t want to think about the dagger. He didn’t want to think about the dead man next to him, or the one he’d killed a few feet away. Most of all, he didn’t want to think about what was in the box.
The ring, and the hand wearing it, were his father’s.