Cursed to be Blessed

Written by Midas Goldtooth for character development of Midas Goldtooth

Deep in the wilderness there was a spot where the leaves didn't rustle, the only sound coming from the calm river nearby. Yellow leaves covering the forest floor even though fall was long past.

Midas sat on the floor, back against a tree. His loss of control over his blessing has turned it into a curse, his joints growing stiff as hours passed. The clearing has already been fully turned into gold, and it's been draining his energy rather quickly. The apple in his hand turned to gold when he attempted to eat it, and he's been staring into the distance ever since.

A bird landed on his hand, realizing its mistake too late as its feet turned to gold, soon to be followed by the rest of its body. This was becoming a big issue.

He needs help, and quick.