Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} - {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 07}

Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed

{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 07}🦄🌸

Quaraun stood at the edge of the grave, his pink silk robes fluttering in the breeze, a wide smile plastered across his face as he waved a delicate hand, directing GhoulSpawn with the grandiosity of a king.

The graveyard around them was damp with the coolness of early morning, the fog curling up between the gravestones and the moss-covered mausoleums.

He squinted down into the deep hole GhoulSpawn had dug, his blue eyes glimmering with excitement.

“Hurry, Glinta!” Quaraun called out, the endearing pet name bouncing off the tombstones. “We don’t have all day to unearth this treasure.”

“Actually we do have all day,” BoomFuzzy said. “All year in fact. There’s an apocalypse on, Love, remember? Everyone else is dead, undead, about to become dead, or soon to be undead. Only us necromancers can walk through the zombie hordes unscathed. We have all the time in the world to do whatever we please.”

BoomFuzzy, in his ghostly wraith form, floated above the graveyard, a swirl of blue light that flickered in the air. He was drifting lazily from one tombstone to the next, his fingers brushing against the stone as he gazed over the cemetery with a mischievous grin.

As he traipsed through the dense brush around the grave, Quaraun groaned, swatting at invisible threads clinging to his robes.

“Blasted cobwebs,” he muttered, lifting his cane to poke at the tangled bushes. “They’re everywhere — clinging to the leaves, draping every branch.”

GhoulSpawn glanced back up, amused.

“Bit of silk never hurt you, Master Weaver.”

“Says the one not covered in cobwebs,” Quaraun sniffed, brushing another sticky strand off his shoulder. “I have already swept my robes free a dozen times. It is most insufferable.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

“Sure you’re not just attracting them with that pink silk, Love?”

“Charming,” Quaraun replied, his voice dry. “Next time, I’ll let you wear the cobwebs.”

The Faerie Lich King had been more interested in causing havoc — he had already caused one marble bird statue to explode with a wave of his hand and had played a few tricks on the village folk, outside the cemetery, now he was hovering around the graves bored, looking for something more interesting to do.

“You’re making me wait so long!” Quaraun pouted while stamping his feet. “Have you found anything yet?

“You know,” GhoulSpawn yelled up. “If you want it done faster, you could get BoomFuzzy down here to help me. He’s stronger then me, ya know!”

“Glinta, he is a King. I am his court necromancer. And you are my apprentice. We each have our roles to play. Your’s is doing what I tell you to do.”

GhoulSpawn grumbled beneath his breath as he wiped the sweat off his brow, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the pickaxe. He had been digging for hours, the air thick with the smell of old earth, rotted leave, peat moss, and decay.

“I’m supposed to be your apprentice, not your slave,” GhoulSpawn grumbled.

He had already hit several rocks and roots, but the treasure was close — he could feel it.

The map Quaraun had found weeks ago had led them to this spot, and GhoulSpawn had been skeptical, but now that he stood on top the weathered coffin, he was nearly as eager as Quaraun to find out if the treasure was real.

With a sharp blow, the pickaxe struck the lid of the coffin with a loud crack. GhoulSpawn winced, feeling the vibration in his fingers, and then he heard it: the unmistakable hollow sound of something soft and malleable shifting inside. He raised the pickaxe again, his eyes alight with greed.

GhoulSpawn loved treasure.

The lid cracked further, revealing a splintered edge, and GhoulSpawn’s heart raced.

“Finally,” he muttered, wiping his brow again. “BoomFuzzy, this thing’s heavy. I need a hand down here.”

But now, his attention snapped back to the grave, his ghostly body coiling with curiosity.

“GhoulSpawn, don’t make a mess down there. I don’t want to clean up after you,” BoomFuzzy teased in his lilting Scottish accent, hovering closer to the hole.

“Don’t worry, Unicorn!” Quaraun chirped from above, unfurling his pink lace parasol to shield himself from the damp air. “He’s just…slow.”

Quaraun scowled, tapping his cane impatiently against the ground.

“Can’t you hurry up and get it open, Glinta? I can already feel the gold shimmering down there!”

“What ya gonna do with it if it is down there?” BoomFuzzy asked.

“I can make thin gold threads to weave into my cloth. My next gown will be shimmering pink and gold with real gold. It’ll look fabulous! I will look fabulous!”

“Aye, ya will that.” BoomFuzzy turned his attention to GhoulSpawn. “How’s it going down there, Goat?”

“I’m a Sheep!” GhoulSpawn called up from the eight foot deep hole.

With a final swing, the lid of the coffin splintered, and GhoulSpawn dropped the pickaxe to the side, grinning with satisfaction.

“I got it open!” GhoulSpawn yelled excitedly.

“What’s in it?” Quaraun lept down to his knees, his hands gripping the edge of the dirt hole. “Is it gold? The map said it was gold!”

The coffin was full of burlap sacks, some of them tattered with age, others frayed and stained by time.

“I can’t tell. It’s all tied up in burlap grain sacks.”

As they peered into the ancient coffin, GhoulSpawn’s gaze caught on a dull, roughened fragment resting beneath the bags — a piece of dragon’s carapace, thick and jagged.

He nudged it with a hesitant finger.

“Is that… dragon carapace? Should we be worried?”

Quaraun chuckled, unbothered.

“No, nothing to fear here. I own a dragon. This treasure will likely be its next meal.”

GhoulSpawn raised an eyebrow.

“You’re planning to feed a dragon…with treasure?”

“It appreciates gold,” Quaraun replied, shrugging. “And carapace is harmless when it’s old and shed. Just a relic. What’s in the bags? Is it gold? Jewels? Coins?”

As GhoulSpawn fingers brushed over the rough fabric, he could already sense the weight of the contents, the unmistakable feel of ancient coins pressed against the fabric.

“Yes!” GhoulSpawn yelled. “It feels like coins at least. Can’t tell what kind. Throw down the rope. I’ll tie them and we can haul them up.”

Quaraun lowered a rope into the grave.

GhoulSpawn fastened it around the first sack and pulled it up, his muscles straining under the weight. It came up with a heavy thud, and he tossed it onto the ground with a grunt.

Quaraun’s eyes went wide as the first sack hit the ground, a small cloud of dust rising up. He scampered to it like an excited child on Christmas morning, hands trembling as he opened the sack.

His eyes sparkled as he watched the coins spill out, glittering in the morning light like a sea of stars. His breath caught in his throat as the first few coins rolled across the ground.

“Glitter!”

He could already feel his heart racing. This was it — the treasure he’d been dreaming of.

“Oh by the gods,” Quaraun breathed, completely transfixed. “Look at them all, Unicorn! Look! So pretty.”

BoomFuzzy floated over, his wraith form flickering with delight as he looked down at the glittering pile.

“Aye, Love, they are shiny, but ye’ll be disappointed if ye try to eat them.”

Quaraun didn’t listen.

He picked up the coins one by one, tossing them into the air like precious gems.

They glittered in his hands, and he let out a giggle of pure joy.

“Shiny! So shiny!”

GhoulSpawn rummaged through one of the larger sacks, his eyes widening as he uncovered a set of delicate golden plates, along with matching dishes, bowls, and even a few spoons.

Each piece gleamed with intricate engravings.

He held up a plate, admiring its weight and design.

“Look at this. Fancy, isn’t it?”

Quaraun leaned closer, raising an eyebrow.

“Gold plates… Certainly someone with wealth once owned this hoard.”

BoomFuzzy bent over the coffin, his fingers brushing the rough surface of the dragon’s carapace. His face lit up with intrigue.

“Now this…this is useful.”

Quaraun looked at him, curious.

“A dragon’s carapace? Planning to take it?”

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy said, his fingers running over the jagged edges. “The scales from a carapace like this have power. Good for making potions or charms.”

GhoulSpawn looked skeptical.

“You’re taking… pieces of a carapace as treasure?”

BoomFuzzy grinned.

“Best part of the whole lot, if ye ask me. Give me scales over coins any day.”

He tucked the fragment into his belt with satisfaction.

Quaraun gripped a handful of the coins, and for a moment, he paused, staring at them. He then threw them into the air with abandon, watching them scatter across the ground. They glinted in every direction, like pieces of shattered stars.

“What a waste,” GhoulSpawn muttered, squatting down beside him, picking up the scattered coins. “You’ve just thrown a bunch of them away. Some of those coins could feed a village for months.”

Quaraun turned his head sharply, narrowing his eyes at GhoulSpawn.

“Feeding a village? What’s the point of that when you could have them all shiny and pretty, Glinta?”

“I–uhm…”

“I can feed the villages. I own a BioDome. And BoomFuzzy is a master chef. We do not need gold to feed people.”

He gestured grandly at the pile, now scattered across the graveyard floor.

“I don’t want dull, boring things. I want pretty! Look how pretty they are!”

A sigh slipped from BoomFuzzy’s lips, and he drifted down beside Quaraun.

“Ah, Love, I’ve told ya a hundred times. Quaraun here canna count. He don’t understand value. These coins might be older than he or me combined.

“Some of them are rare beyond measure, and he’s tossin’ them around like they’re rocks.”

Quaraun shot him a confused glance, his expression incredulous.

“I don’t care about what they’re worth! I care about how they shine.”

GhoulSpawn shook his head, pulling a few of the discarded coins back into his hand and dusting them off. He held them up in front of Quaraun.

“But… but these could fetch a fortune, you daft fool. Some of these are centuries old. Some are from kingdoms long since gone. Look! This is George Washington. These are American quarters. Entire rolls of them.”

“America? That is where you lived, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. Maine. 1978. And this is America.”

“Ain’t no country here. This has been barren wasteland since the comet strike.”

“Well, this used to be Maine. I never left my location, just my time. Same place. Different time.”

“You ever figure out what year this is?”

“Near as I can tell, from your history, compared to my history. I think this is somewhere around 3939. About two thousand years ahead of my time. And I don’t know how I got here or how to get back to 1978.”

“Do you want to go back?”

“Not so much any more. I like living with you and BoomFuzzy. I was alone before. I didn’t have any family or friends. I have that now here.”

“We would be sad to see you leave.”

Quaraun tossed more coins in the air.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“To see them shimmer.”

“These coins are valuable, Quaraun. Don’t you get it?”

BoomFuzzy raised an eyebrow, eyeing Quaraun with a faint grin.

“He’s right, Love. Ya’ve never understood how money works. What ya really care about is how they gleam in the light, don’t ya?”

Quaraun nodded with a dramatic flourish, his smile widening.

“Exactly! Shiny, Unicorn, shiny! What else matters?”

BoomFuzzy glanced around at the glittering gold and piles of coins, wrinkling his nose in faint disappointment.

“Is this the whole treasure, then? Coins and golden trinkets?”

GhoulSpawn looked up, perplexed.

“What else would a treasure be?”

BoomFuzzy shrugged, unimpressed.

“Treasure ought to be more interesting — crystals, skulls, cursed jewels. Something with magic in it, not just glittering nonsense. I am a Lich! What use have I for gold?”

Quaraun laughed.

“Not everyone stashes crystal skulls in their coffins, my dear. Usually just real skulls.”

BoomFuzzy crossed his arms.

“Bah! Coin and plate mean little to me. But bring me a cursed talisman or a crystal orb — I’ll call that a real treasure.”

With a sly grin, BoomFuzzy whispered a quick incantation, and wisps of cobweb spun into Quaraun’s pink hair, clinging in delicate threads. Quaraun’s eyes widened in horror as he swatted at them.

“UNICORN!” he shouted, glaring. “Stop filling my hair with cobwebs!”

BoomFuzzy chuckled, his face split by a mischievous grin.

“Ya look fetching, Love. Like a spidery Elf prince.”

“Enough!” Quaraun growled, struggling to disentangle himself from the ethereal cobwebs.

BoomFuzzy sighed.

“Oh, come now. It’s just a wee cobweb or two.”

Quaraun shot him a murderous glare.

“I’ll cover you in cobwebs and see if you like it.”

The Lich hovered around for a few moments before grabbing the pickaxe and heading towards a tomb.

“Real skulls are to be found in real graves!”

“Where you going?” GhoulSpawn yelled.

“To get some skulls for me collection. Maybe I can find some mage buried around here.”

GhoulSpawn glanced over at Quaraun.

“Is he going to take skulls out of coffins?”

“Yep.”

“Aren’t you gonna stop him?”

Quaraun shrugged.

“But that’s grave robbing.”

“Glinta, you just dug up a grave yourself.”

“Yeah, but, it’s a fake gave. No one was buried here. It was just a fake grave to hide treasure in. That’s different then grave robbing. He’s talking about taking actual bones.”

“He’s a Lich. I am a necromancer. He’s a necromancer. Grave robbing comes with the territory. Grave robbing is in the job description.”

GhoulSpawn shook his head in disbelief, stuffing the coins into his pockets, some of which were now thoroughly dirt-streaked from being carelessly tossed about.

“You’re hopeless,” he muttered. “Hey look!”

GhoulSpawn held up a gold coin.

“I know this guy!”

Quaraun paused to put his attention on the coin GhoulSpawn had.

“Someone from your time?”

“Yeah. A real estate agent. Donald Trump. He’s trying to buy some city block in New York. Wants to build a tower there. Been all over the news. I wonder what he’s doing on this coin? Oh look at the date. 2024. Huh. That’s ten, twenty, six, forty… forty six… that’s forty-six years after I left. It’s an American coin. It says 47th President of the United States Donald Trump. Wow. How’d he become President?”

“Who was president when you left?”

“Jimmy Carter. He was the 39th U.S. President. Funny. These coins are ancient, and yet, they hadn’t been made yet in my time. Time travel really messes with your ability to keep track of history, you know?”

“No. I have never left my time. This is my time. I am where I belong. It is you who is not in the correct time.”

“I know. 2024. This coin is two thousand years old.”

“You should keep that one. Maybe it will help you learn what happened to your world. How it became our world.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

GhoulSpawn pocketed the Trump coin and went back to looking through the bags.

GhoulSpawn carefully picked up one of the gold plates, admiring the craftsmanship.

“Can I keep these too?” he asked, glancing at Quaraun. “The plates, the bowls… the spoons. They’re beautiful.”

Quaraun shrugged, amused.

“Of course. Take whatever pleases you. This treasure is ours to share. We all found it together.”

GhoulSpawn grinned, delighted.

“Thank you. These plates are too good to pass up. These are beautiful,” GhoulSpawn muttered, running his fingers over a filigree pattern along the edge of a plate. “I’d love to keep these.”

“Then by all means, keep them,” Quaraun replied with a faint smile. “They suit you.”

Quaraun continued to gleefully scatter coins over the graveyard as the sunlight caught them, making them sparkle like jewels under a sky full of broken clouds. His joy was undeterred, for in his mind, treasure was never about value — it was about the sheer pleasure of their beauty.

Part 1 of this story is here: The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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