By Z. Owl
Part OneA young boy stood in the doorway and watched as the teen entered the room. The teenage boy- who couldn't have been more than a few years older than the eavesdropping boy- approached the elderly man who sat in the room.
"What is it you wanted to show me?" the elderly man asked. Instead of a reply, the boy simply held his hands out in front of his body. Soon, beams of many different colors began to come from his hands, and like ribbons, they wound around one another to create a glowing ball, made of all the colors of the rainbow and even more.
"That is amazing!" the elderly man exclaimed, as he reached out to take the glowing globe from the teen. "I haven't seen anything like this in many years." The man placed the globe on a nearby table and turned to speak with the teen.
The younger boy took this as a sign that it was safe to enter the room. He crept silently into the room, in a way that only a small child could, and noiselessly made his way to the table. He began to reach his hand out toward the sphere.
"Foolish child!" the elderly man snapped, roughly pulling the young boy's hand away from the sphere. "This is not some toy for young ones to play with. Now leave!" With that, the young boy left the room.
As the child sat outside, his mind wandered back to the room and that beautiful, magical ball that still lay on the table. A tap on his shoulder broke him from his daydreams. As he turned to see who it was his vision was flooded with a colorful light.
"Here," the teen said. "I saw you in the room. If you really wanted it so much that you snuck in just for a look, then you can have it."
Just as he was about to protest, the older boy cut him off.
"It's alright. I can always make a new one. And I don't agree with the elder anyway. Anything can be a toy, as long as you have an imagination." The teen dropped the ball into the young boy's hand.
"Thank you," he said, his eyes lighting up with a smile.
"No problem," the older of the two said as he bent down and placed a kiss on the young boy's forehead.
The young boy blushed a dark red and looked down at his feet. When he looked up again, the teen was gone, and all he had left was that shining, magical sphere.