Power, Wealth and Pride...

So, guys it's our field trip tomorrow. One heck of a trip it will be, our ETD from school is 5AM whilst our ETA is 9PM. Goodness. Anyway, guys, let me entertain you today with a short story I wrote. It's in the form of a script, although, I am planning to rewrite it... someday :D It was originally written for an outreach program at a public school. BUT that was before I knew that the age bracket of the audience was to be children 5-7 years old. Here you go:

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The wind whispered, ever so slightly shaking the branches of the trees. On the porch of a quaint little house sat a woman. Her fair skin glowed faintly in the light of the full moon. Her long black hair shimmered with an otherworldly sheen in the light. She looked to the star streaked heavens and the white band was caught in her sapphire eyes. She listened to the soothing sounds of crickets in the distance

Thalia: Oh how beautiful the night sky, how beautiful the melody of my little friends.

A fair lad appeared a ways from the cottage. His fair and handsome face bruised and battered. His eyes glowed with the flames of loathe. His hair sat awry upon his crown.

Thalia: Oh Enoch! My love! What hast happened to thee?
Enoch: Oh woe is me my dearest! What use is wisdom and fairness if one is scorned by those he holds dear?
Thalia: Why? Whatever has happened?
Enoch: Curseth the council! Curseth the wise men! Curseth our ninety-eight neighbors!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my fair husband. Take brief respite from thy rage. Enlighten me to the sorrow that passeth you by!
Enoch: I cameth before the council. Thy father ushered me in. I told them of my wisdom, to conquer the enemy herein. Yet by whim of fate my words were spurned, scorned and trashed. They threw me upon the beaten path and stoned me like a sack!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my tender mate, let not thee spurn the town in hate. Let pass thy loathe and hear me dearest. Forgive the council, forget their sin. Let it be that in silence thine heart will rest in peace.
Enoch: In silence, my love, I shall take thine word. I shalt erase from my heart as thine hast wished the loathe I held to start.

The man, then in silence, lay down beside his cot. His heart still filled with hate and sorrow, not so much apart. From the shadows came the devil. Voice filled with scorn!

Devil: Oh Enoch, child of none, dost thou wish for power to take thine foes' life?
Enoch: Devil! stay away from me, lest thine temptation snare my heart. Vanish, never to return, thine offer, I shall spurn!
Devil: Enoch, lend me thy ear! I offer you power, riches and fame at thine whim!
Enoch: Devil I doubt thine word! True is it what thou hast said?
Devil: Oh true was my ever word. To take it however, thou shalt pay a price.
Enoch: The power he offers is far too great to comprehend. My revenge now I shall have. Name your price o devil! I shall pay thine tithe.
Devil: Then I shalt grant thine wish. But thou must send me ninety-eight souls and one more thou must fish!

The devil vanished and left Enoch alone. In his hands the power of death, now for its sins the council must atone!

Enoch: Alas! My fate is sealed and my revenge revealed. The council shalt kneel before me, but my heart I shalt steel!

Morning's light awoke a sleeping Enoch. Quick he made for the council's hall footsteps fueled with hate, saying "For this I must not be late!" Evil grin on face, mischievous glint in eyes, he faced the council at whose hands his fate had gone awry

Council Member: What hast thou done o wise and humble Enoch? To strike a bargain with the devil, thou hast become his pawn!
Enoch: Halt old man! Thou shalt not stop me, for now thine council shalt fall!
Council Member: Then consider wisely thine choice. For in the end, regret shalt fill thine voice!

With this he took the man's soul and ninety seven others. The town was empty, its inhabitants dead, his bargain with the devil, he thought he had met. But the devil returned and spoke to Enoch

Devil: Thou hast done well o son of none, but to satisfy my burning lake, thou art lacking one!
Enoch: But there remaineth no other soul in the village!
Devil: I asketh thee if thou art definite. I believe there is yet another thou hast not taken!

At that moment, Thalia came, in horror she screamed.

Thalia: What hast thou done?
Devil: Go on Enoch! Kill her as well.

His eyes hazed and fell under the devil's spell.

Enoch: Yes master...

In cold blood, he took the life of his wife. When his eyes cleared, he cried.

Enoch: Thalia! What have I done?

In rage, the devil too he vanquished and tears in eye he lay beside his wife. He mourned for the love he lost to the allure of wealth and pride.

So here we see, at the end of this tale, let not temptation conquer you. For all it is worth, the devil will show the worst of fates to you.