|Gwen Raiden (_freaksrus) wrote in creative_muses,|
@ 2007-11-09 21:05:00
|Entry tags:||ats: gwen raiden|
Prompt 3 - Serendipity
I never believed in Serendipity, luck, or whatever you want to call it. I only believed in myself, and only romantics or people with their head up their ass think that luck exists.
That was my philosophy in life, until I literally fell into a treasure. Was it Serendipity, or was it Fate, or are they the same? Who knows? All I know is that thanks to rotten wood, I fell through a roof and landed in an attic of an abandoned home. On the upside, a small wooden chair broke my fall and the guards never did find where I went.
After I dusted myself off and waited for the pain that reverberated along my spine to die down, I noticed a shimmering coming through a small hole in the wall. Amazing what you can see when you can’t straighten up for a bit. The glistening was a mirrored surface on top of a hand carved wood and ivory box. The pain in my back was instantly forgotten as I made the hole larger so I could get a better look at what was hidden.
The ivory alone was worth enough money to feed me for a month if I could figure out how to clean the box up. When you live on the streets, gaining a reputation as a thief, you learn that almost anything is worth money. The old lock on the box took me about fifteen seconds to pick and my breath caught when I opened the box. Frankly, I expected some stupid letters, or a journal, but definitely family heirlooms forgotten. I sure as shit didn’t expect to see gold bullion. Three hundred fifty dollars an ounce and there was at least twenty gold coins in the box.
I may have always believed that suckers were the only ones that believed in luck, but seven thousands dollars worth of gold coin changed my mind. Was it Serendipity, or was it Fate? Either way, I made it work for me and that’s still my philosophy. Take whatever Fate, Luck, Serendipity gives you, and make it an advantage.
Muse: Gwen Raiden
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count; 350