“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”
Ben snatched the strange object from the ground and turned it in his hands, examining it. Strange patterns of light glowed faintly from within. Looking closer, the lights began to grow brighter. In moments, the sphere floated from his hand and that’s when he heard the voices.
“Help us Ben,” begged the small voice in his mind. “We’ve been imprisoned in the artifact for centuries. We need your help to free us.”
“Who are you?” he asked excitedly.
“We are the Enari,” said the voice. “Your kind think of us as spirits, but we are creatures from a different realm that travel between dimensions.”
“Of course I’ll help you,” he exclaimed. “I just…”
“Ben!” yelled his mother from the back porch. “Time for lunch!”
Ben looked at his marble, which was ordinary again. Mother always seemed to interrupt his imagination playtime when he was having so much fun.
Word Count: 148
[This is my entry into Monday’s Finish the Story challenge. Writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100-150 words or less based on a weekly photo prompt and opening line.]