The Crown of Stones Magic - Price by C.L. Schneider
Nine distinct, magical vibrations were alive inside it. I could feel them all, swirling and overlapping. Each had their own well of energy, but together they formed a compilation of searing, pulsing power that was vast beyond any magic I had ever experienced before. It was massive, concentrated
Enthralled, I abandoned my other sword and started digging. Loosening the soil, I tugged on the artifact and it didn't take long for the dirt wall to collapse and my prize to come free. As I lifted it out of the hole, I shook it clean.
Fashioned like a King's crown, the circlet was pure perfection.
The others, the soldiers around me, wouldn't see it that way. They couldn't feel its magic, couldn't taste it. They had no idea the pleasure it could offer. Yet, simply looking at the stone crown opened a familiar, sinking, wrenching pit of need in my gut.
Sweat beaded then poured off my skin. Tremors erupted deep inside me, rivaling those that split the valley floor. I was suddenly so empty, so hungry. As I lifted it out of the hole, I shook it clean.