The dream capsule

This, my boy, is a dream capsule.
What does it do?
It holds a dream for you, so nothing the world decides to use against you, will ever blind you in the pursuit of that dream. Many times are we lost in the sorrow of Despair Heights, for it is the rule of this world that we must fight for ourselves in there. And in these many times, we get to lose sight of our dreams, and thus, we become empty. We become beings without an objective, beings without a reason to get out there and punch destiny on its horrid face.
So I'm going to conquer Despair Heights with this necklace?
If you never lose hope, yes.
So why don't they produce thousands of these and give to every person out there, so everyone has the ability to conquer the Heights and shine?
Oh, I think you misunderstood it.
Why?!
This is by no means a magical necklace that will make you king of the world. It's just an item to carry what you have of most precious. It does not make you stronger, it does not make you more intelligent. It just keeps your dreams at sight, and to overcome what lies ahead, you'll need the strength that lies within, not the strength that can be given by any item in this world. Many men have failed in their journey, as they thought they had achieved real strength by finding a powerful sword or a magical amulet. It just made them blind by power, and sooner or later, they've all discovered that destiny had tricked them. They failed while at success.
So, it's just a capsule where I put a paper?
If you look with your eyes, then, indeed, it's just a paper in its container.
I don't think I understand how exactly is this so powerful...
My boy, it takes time to understand the real power. I would be a fool if I believed you should be a master of such a knowledge at such a kind age.
But... then... what?
Eyes cannot see the real value of things. Just remember it.
Okay...


The mist increased as time went on. Day, night, it was all the same. That was one of the many strange features of that place, it all seemed to be focused on driving people insane. Many had he seen in complete dementia, some babbling with the wind, others attacking whatever crossed their way, afraid the demons had came back for them.
His demons, however, seemed to already have clutched their grotesque claws on his back. His body ached, his mind flew between random memories of the past, tainted by the years that went by. Fear and anger had already established their domains, making all these memories feel sad, even if they were happy to begin with.
He was alone, they were all gone. Everyone, left, one by one. Those words, the support, the smiles, every single kind act was a lie. No one had never truly been there for him.
And now, he faced the mist, sitting by a rock in the horrible soundings of Despair Heights.
It was all worthless.
He moved.
There lying on the floor, the weight of the world seemed even heavier in his chest. The pain of living increased every second that passed by. But that didn't bother him, it was just as if pain had became a constant of life. But, on his chest...
That felt unbearable, there was something weird with that pressure. Not as something that slowly waited for him to give up and embrace death, more like something that poked him and asked for attention.
He took off his chain mail, already conformed with the possibility of finding a new bruise or scar that had not been there. "Sooner or later, it has to be over...''
But there was nothing new in there, the same scars, that bruise on the right side of his belly, aching like hell, remembering him to never ever again approach a man screaming at the sky at that place.
And the necklace with the capsule pendant.
He looked, frowning, at the small capsule lying lazily over his body. Somehow, he had already forgotten it had been there. Could it be? All that weight?
He poked it, and as it smoothly rolled to the left, the insane pressure moved. He curiously picked it up. At his fingers, it felt just like the old small capsule he was given in remote times. Small, fragile and lightweight.
He stared at it for some time, perhaps a few minutes. Slowly, something took control over him. And as a child that is eager for tearing the wrapping and finding a birthday gift, he opened the capsule.
The paper was still there.
He was still there.


Just a short story for my new necklace. I wonder if everyone else creates stories for pretty much anything that happens around them...