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The Young Master and his Stone

- Night of the Third Day -

The third night of school, Swen had placed the gift from his father on the nightstand, questioning what this strange figurine would do. After closing the blinds and going to bed, Swen drifted off the sleep, wondering how the ball would go the next day.

The golem stood and watched its master sleep; not moving at all from where it was placed. The golem suddenly started increasing in size. The night stand started to creak from the additional weight, until its legs gave out from the stress. As the golem increased in size, its body changed from being made out of a soft clay to a hard stone. 

After a little while, its head hit the ceiling, but it did not stop growing. The drywall and paint on the ceiling started to crack from the golem 'pushing' against it. It held strong against the golem's growth, but it gave way in a few spots. The golem growth upwards was stopped the the ceiling's support beams, so it started to bend causing part of the golem's upper body to be above Swen's bed. It continued to stare at its young master through the night. 

- Morning of the Fourth Day -

When he woke up the next day, the first things his eyes noticing were a rather large impact in the ceiling, cracks spreading as if some heavy object had 'fallen' into it.

The source of the disturbance was noticed a second later, halting the nobleman's yawn.

There was a massive nine foot stone statue overlooking his bed. Opals were in the place of where eyes normally would be, the stout figure's souless eyes stared into his own as if peering into his soul, wanting to claim the stone figure seeming to want to claim his soul as it's own.

Just waking up and having no composure, the nobleman screamed in surprise.

The golem tried to stand up more in shock to its master screaming. The ceiling groaned as it did so more of the drywall and paint fell to the ground. The golem cocked its head to the left, like a dog, still staring at Swen as he continued to scream.

Eventually the nobleman discovered that the thing wasn't about to kill him immedietly, as it countinued to stand there and ... stare. "What ... what do you want!?" This was on the list of the most terrifying things in his life, and if he had to bargain for his life he would. He had too much to inherit and live for to die like this.

The golem was unable to communicate and cocked its head to the right. It continued its unblinking gaze at Swen. 

The Magierprinz felt his soul countinue to be piercied by the stone figure's violent gaze, not understanding what was going on. If it wasn't making an offer of peace, then it was here to kill him! But if it wanted him dead, a massive stone fist would have pulverized his bones!

After a minute more of freaking out, the prince came to realize that the nightstand where the ...

"What ... What are you?" Was it possible this was a bad gag gift from his parents?

It straightened its head still staring and said nothing. 

"Do ... do you need a glass of water?" If he could leave, he could escape this strange coincidence and survive.

The golem cocked its head to the right yet again. It moved its left hand towards Swen. When its hand was a foot away the golem opend it. There was a piece of paper in its hand that looked small in comparison to the golem's hand.

Swen jumped back towards the wall, prepared to be crushed when ... a sheet of paper was presented? After a few moments, the nobleman snatched it. Was it a death threat? Was it the last thing he'd read before he was killed by a mindless body of stone was it ...

His eyes widened as he read the parchment. 

A voice would appear in his head as Swen read the patchment, reading right along with him. The voice sound to be that of an old man. 

"Lucky for you, you have got my golem. One of my finest works. Though it is at the moment like a young child. Try to take good care of it, as it is yours now."

The paper would go on to explain some of the finer details about the golem.

The fourteen year old's eyes scanned the page, running down the lines and observing the meaning of this. In a few seconds, this had gone from absolute terror to the best day ever. His parents would be recieving a letter of graditude soon.

If he had been older and more mature, he probably wouldn't have started jumping up and down on the bed. If he had been older and more mature, he probably would have thought about the consequences a nine foot tall boulder as a familiar with the maturity of a small child.

But today he was young, and even a life worth's of training as a nobleman couldn't contain his excitement at having a new bodyguard. "I accept your vow of fealty, Ritter, and promise to be your master until the day I die!"

Knight. That was what he had called his golem.

The golem straightened its head and nodded up and down. The stone of the golem's body grinded against itself.

The nobleman nodded. It would take some time getting used to, but a member of a noble house deserved a powerful bodyguard. "Come Ritter, I must make preperations for the evening." For emphasis, the nobleman waved his hand forth and walked towards the door, ready for the world.

Ritter turned around, causing more drywall and paint to fall from the ceiling. It followed its master out of the room, or tried to. The golem walked into the doorway that was way to small for him and bounced backwards a bit. The doorway and the wall around were damaged a bit by the golem walking into it. Ritter titled its head to the left and walked into the doorway with more force. 

In doing so the doorway and the surrounding wall was completely destroyed. Now there would be a hole in the wall from the ground to the ceiling and about five feet in width. 

Ritter was covered with more pieces of drywall and paint chips. The golem continued to follow Swen. Walking through anything in its path, oblivous to the destruction it was causing.
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