Mine 
                                                         By: dalaaminmind
He stood in his room, looking down at the hole which seemed a small black hole wishing to suck everything, including light itself down into its fiery pits.  But he paid no attention to this small detail for finally after a whole life of wanting and never having he at last had something, a wondrous treasure which sent him to euphoria when his eyes gazed upon it.  Anger still existed within him though why, when he was the finder of such a wonder, did he have to stay in such a pitiful shack? Should not he be held in esteem? No one cared for him but his thoughts knew that when he showed his treasure people would flock to him, no care for him just what he had. He stepped closer to the hole and with a candle, walked slowly down.
He once more turned back unto his earlier years. He never had much of a family, thought strange by others, but only if they knew! He had always felt a calling but each path led to another dead end. Until one day after more failures and playing the role of outcast he left. He walked out of the little town and into the woods up to a hill and there proceeded to make a small house. After his many years of isolation he had an epiphany: he needed money to survive, his life away from others was what he wanted, but hunting only brought in so much food and river water was by no means pure, as he found out once  being sick once for full month. So outside his small shack he placed a sign for his new venture, he would be a maker of billboards and a treasure hunter! However no one came to his home but two small children from a nearby small neighborhood. One was tall with a quick look in his eye always going on about baseball, the other was a rather fat child full of arrogance who never helped but always tried to take credit from the work the tall child did for him. After a few times of seeing how lazy the fat child was he made it clear to the tall child his friend was not welcome here. He had no need for worthless individuals whose lot in life seemed to weaken others! So the tall child came by once in a while always listening to him and his ideas, even bringing some food that was still scarce to come by. Here at last was someone who though was by no means a friend, he would never be that weak, but someone who was above the worthless groupings of people the world seemed fond of producing. Instead of laughing at his ideas he always came and took in interest in his plans.
He had started the small mine one day after the boy had left; it was as though the Earth wanted him to dig, so he dug. When he slept he dreamed of what he would find, it was never clear always in silhouette but always a shape. When he saw its form he always would grin as he slept.  Then he would awake and from before the sun had risen, he would he would dig with a shovel and pickaxe the boy had picked up for him as a gift. Through the entire year he worked, even during the cold months when the boy came less he would work shivering in his ragged clothes sometimes only sleeping when his body just stopped and he fell and slept and there he would wake up cursing his body and start to work again. His work took long and many times when he allowed himself a short break he would stare at the growing hole in his house and think if it was worth it or if he should quit then. But he never did and his work always grew with the hole, when it got larger there was a small hall down there that had to be supported with wood from trees he cut down for fear of a collapse in the mine happening. His work was lightened by the boy who sometimes came to help him. He was glad for the boy, he could work faster and longer than him and their progress increased exponentially. Until early one day during the start of summer he went down to work in the mine, lit now by torches, and he stood looking up at the wall that today he would chisel down. He bent to pick up the pickaxe when to his surprise from the little bit of dirt that fell from the stone wall a small glimmer of gold stood out. His heart beat rapidly as he got knelt and started to look at it, this was what he was looking for!
He carefully chiseled the area of rock around the object not wishing to harm his treasure that was inside. When the boy came he quickly sent him away, he would become greedy like the others if he saw this. Slowly the figure gained shape from the wall, a pure gold statue with horns on its head, always shining. He soon stopped eating his meager meals always working for the treasure. After weeks of working by himself always careful not to harm the treasure in the least, this was what his life had been for; he soon had the head and the later the torso and finally, the base. When he was finished chipping away the last pieces of the cold stone off the statue he stepped back to quickly get a torch from the wall and grinning held it near his wonderful treasure watching it sparkle in the light.
Holding his candle he made his way down the hole into the dark pit. He walked slowly and coughed much, he had gotten a disease of some sort during the last weeks after he had finished getting the statue from the wall. He made his way into the room with the statue and set his candle down, it wasn’t needed much in their do to the torches, and just stared. Finally he could prove his worth to the others! No longer would he just be the foolish failure! This would sent him the money he needed and the power he deserved, how he wished to see the face of people that had wronged him asking him for money, asking him for advice! No longer was he Lier X. Agerate billboard maker and treasure hunter! No he was much more! He would call the boy over to see his treasure, perhaps he would be different, and if the boy turned to be like the others he would kill him.