The Theft of Fate
Shadows of the Maestro
They called me a thief, but I was an artist, the maestro of the heist. And as long as the night whispered my name, I would continue to dance in its darkness.
I slipped through the window, adrenaline fueling my every move. The gallery was alive with secrets, a whispered gathering of masterpieces, but I lusted for only one.
My eyes locked onto my prize—a shimmering diamond nestled beneath a glass case. With a flick of my wrist, I released a cloud of smoke and revealed a web of red beams of light that danced across the room.
I smirked.
Swiftly, I darted through the light maze, my reflexes honed to perfection. My gloved fingers brushed against the cold surface of the glass, unlocking it with practiced ease.
As I reached out and grabbed the gleaming diamond, a sharp pain shot through my chest. Staggering back, gasping for breath, my vision growing blurry, I collapsed to the floor.
"Shit!" Panic laced my thoughts, "The curse, it's real!"
In my throws of agony, a strange voice whispered in my mind, filled with darkness, “Forever mine.”
I clutched my chest, my body wracked with pain, as the cursed diamond claimed its prize.
About the Creator
William Saint Val
I write about anything that interests me, and I hope whatever I write will be of interest to you too.
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