The man who was named Omar stared at Gwelldon in chagrin.
"What do you mean go into the back of the mine? I could possibly die." Omar said in fear.
"You wanted this job. You have to take risks." Omar's boss retorted with no sympathy.
Omar stared at his feet. "But, my children are still young. They are still a few months away from being able to go out on their own."
But Omar's boss was no longer listenening. Gwelldon looked around the plump man who was complaining making sure that nobody was tardy.
Omar turned around. Ready to go risk his life.
Omar looked beyound the black smoke. He noticed something that caught his eye, something...gold.
Gold can make somebody rich who lived their life poor in Calvizar. In your world, that would be oil. But gold is the only thing in Calvizar that was so rare that it is as almost more worthy than oil.
Omar finally fought through the black smoke and heard his boots clink on the ground from the metal boardwalk. He finally stood in front of it, took out his tools, and started mining into it.
When he realized that this wasn't just a gold nugget, it was more. Much more. It was a golden disk! It was double the size of the discus he heard in rumors about Earth!
This was going to make them more than rich...it was going to make them one of the wealthiest people in Calvizar.
He stared at it in bewilderment.
Finally, he ran through the black smoke and sweat of other miners and headed home to tell his three children.
Omar's wife died years ago. His children were only toddlers.
He entered the long, narrow road that led to the ratty old shack that lived in a place where the crocs kept them cautious of where they step at day, and where the frogs kept them up all night.
Omar followed the narrow road with his loyal dark horse following behind him. Omar grasped onto the disk in fear of dropping it and a slave snatching it from him.
The fog over the muddy waters made it hard to see, so he only planted his eyes on where his feet were going. There were no forks leading out to somewhere else, just the one leading to his house.
When he finally got to the patch of land where an island stood in the middle of the swamp which is where his house was planted, he tied his only horse to the stump, and rushed inside.
Corton stared in confusion "Excuse me?"
"What?!" Shouted Azii.
Forsynthia must be outside cleaning the tack.
Omar stared at two of his three kids. "I found this golden disk in the mines! If we sell it, we will have enough money to have two houses!"
Azii looked at his tall, chubby father in bewilderment, almost ready to snatch that disk out of his hand and get money he always wanted. But Corton looked at the disk with no impression.
"Are you sure it is gold? It looks kind of ancient. Most of the gold would possibly be gone by now."
Omar didn't want to believe in his son, he only believed in what he wanted to believe. That this disk is ready to make them live happily.
"Papa, you do not comprehend the facts. The laws of Calvizar give a specific age for buying and selling things for family. You are too old, father, and we are too young."
"But we are only two more months away from the age!" Azii exclaimed with joy "Two more months!" he repeated.
Forsynthia entered the wooden shack. She stared at the disk. "What is that?"
"I struck gold, my dear daughter!" Omar responded with happiness.
"No, it is not just gold, father." she said, trying to keep herself calm. "That golden disk contains evil. It contains evil, good, and neutrality."
"What does that mean?" Azii said, scared if he just lost his chances of being one of the most wealthiest men.
"Its legend is told that the disk was once magical, and granted any wish. But then it was cursed by a warlock, after he knew greed was ruling it. Then he hid it, and unfortunately, you, father, discovered it."
Azii frowned in disgust. "That is just a ridiculous myth of Calvizar! Nothing else!"
"But I reconize it! I have seen it in pictures! I have seen it in a warlock's spell!" Forsynthia declared.
They all stared at its round shape with a blue ring in halfway of its perimeter. In the center shone an amethyst. The edges of the disk were cracked, and it made it seem old. But it was still worthy.
"Please, give it to me. I will keep it safe. We will be rewarded by God." Forsynthia begged.
"We will be pushing away God's reward. We do not give away his reward!" Azii corrected.
"No. I know what he wants me to do."
"Give it to me!" Azii declared with a hint of evil in his eyes.
"Bloody witch! Ignore her!"
"Do not argue, my dear children. I will put it on my Will. I will decide later." Omar cooed.
Azii and Forsynthia growled and exited to their rooms.
For the rest of the two months, Omar's life's end was coming in three days he was told. And his children were still arguing. Forsynthia pleaded for him to give it to her for good, and Azii beseeched for him to give it to him to help his family. Meaning himself.
Omar wanted to give it to Forsynthia due to her kindness, but he cannot level out the most important object that has ever happened to his family by personality.
When Azii and Forsynthia continued their controvesy, Azii finally snatched the flower pot and threw it at Forsynthia!
Forsynthia was shocked and did not understand, and before she knew it, her head was hit and she collasped on the floor.
Corton and Omar rushed out of their room and into the main room where the fight began. Omar saw the blood trickling down Forsynthia's head, still conscious, and finally, the barbaric sweetness of Omar ended. His anger over his son reached out and took over his mind.
"What are you doing?!" He screamed. "Aid her!" he commanded Corton.
"She would not stop arguing, father." Sighed Azii calm.
He shoved Azii aside and found the guarded disk in the other room. He snatched his hammer and brought it out in front of Azii, on the table.
He roughly let the disk sit on the table, and he took a firm grip on his hammer, and hit the amethyst spot on and the disk broke exactly into three.
A red, purple, and yellow bright glow lit the room.
Unable to see anything other than the light other than the three colors, the entire family collasped and guarded their eyes with their arms.
The light shot out of the shack and spreaded out through all of Calvizar, and each color landed in a specific area of Calvizar, splitting it into three areas.
The light touched the ground and gracefully went through the grounds and ended with a loud explosion.
After Omar had passed away, Azii left his family and found a place to hide from his haters of Calvizar. Forsynthia was forever praised, but all of the Deloarins were hypocritical and never really put what they learned from her into their actions. Corton got what he wanted, a hard earned salary with a loving family.
The legend grew stronger in Calvizar and is one of the very well known story. This story may be entirely fictional, but Calvizar still has it's secrets and may use this legend to guard their favored things and areas.