Flynn walks to school. It's a novel experience, and one she enjoys (at least until it gets cold). She's used to a twenty minute, traffic laden, ride along a featureless highway. But it's beautiful here. The school itself is impressive, simply because of its obvious age. That manages to distract her, until she arrives at her first class, chemistry. She's ten minutes late of course, but the teacher knows she's new and doesn't seem to mind. She stares out at the twenty or so unfamiliar faces. When the teacher asks if anyone is willing to show her around, she smiles and tries to look as friendly as possible.
Flynn follows Amy to the place where she disappeared. She puts her hand out, and instead of feeling wood, feels empty space. "What is this?"
"I've no idea. Something exciting! Come on in," she almost shouts, but stops herself.
Flynn steps inside. The room is tiny, there's barely enough room for Flynn and Amy and the chest resting on the floor. A old lightbulb flickers overhead. Flynn leans down and opens the box. Inside is a note. It reads: To my daughter, If you find this when I am still alive, come talk to me. If I am dead, then I'm sorry. I meant to tell you. What you're about to read will be hard to believe, so first I want to offer you some proof. Taped to the back of this paper is a small square. Hold it and wish for something small, if it doesn't work wish for something even smaller. Then keep reading.
"This is weird. Do you want to do it, or should I?"
"I will," Flynn says, pulling the square off the paper. She closes her eyes and wishes for a hundred dollars. A bill appears in her hand. She stares at it, and holds it up to the feeble light. "I think this is real."
"WOW!!! Magic! This is so cool! We have magic! Eeee! ...Isn't that counterfeiting, we should probably not conjure money, we can sell gems if we want money instead."
"Do you have any idea where to sell gems? I think that'd be way more suspicious than using cash."
"I don't know, but we should probably research it first and all. In a book I read there was a guy who could make any object and he got caught and put in prison for counterfeiting. Anyway, read on!"
Flynn does. I created this coin myself and I wish to give you the power to do so. But, this power has drawbacks. Every coin you create requires pain. The bigger the wish, the more pain is required. This power is dangerous. You will not be required to use it, but the urge to do so is very strong. Many of your ancestors have destroyed themselves using it. I came close to the edge myself. I don't want that to happen to you. Be careful. In this box there are two hexagons. Wish on a hexagon to give yourself the power to create more coins. Wish for nothing else. If you use these up on some other wish, this power will never be yours. I have created a second hexagon for your husband. To create a coin, experience pain and them move it from left to right in your mind. You'll see what I mean. I love you, Dad
Amy pokes a hexagon, and wishes. It vanishes. She pinches herself and moves the pain from left to right. A bright yellow triangle appears on her palm. "Look, it worked! This is so cool!"
Flynn picks up the other hexagon and makes the wish. She bites her lip. A triangle appears. It has no single color, instead it has hundreds of tiny, interwoven threads, each a slightly different hue. It's rough to the touch.
"Let's see what we can do with these," suggests Amy. "An ice cream cone?" Nope. "No. Hm. Turning my nose purple?" Yep. She has a purple nose. "It worked! Haha!" She grins.
"Can you turn it back?"
She makes a triangle and tries. "Yep," she reports.
"It would have really really sucked if you couldn't." Flynn turns and punches the wall. "Shit, that hurts." She makes a square and then begins shaking her hand. She makes several triangles. "Let me see if I can heal this." She tries with a triangle, but it doesn't work.
"Try with a square? Not the most efficient coin generation method." Amy is biting her lip really hard and making squares.
Flynn heals herself with the square. "At least that works. I'm going to see if I can make something more powerful." Flynn braces herself and punches the wall with all her strength. She fights the impulse to pull back, barely, and makes a pentagon and half a dozen squares with the pain. She sits down, cursing and cradling her wrist. "That didn't even make a hexagon. Dammit. This is not going to be easy to use."
"Oh, poor you. Maybe we could wish for some sort of coin making thing? Or a thing that hurts without injury?" She tries with a square. No dice. "Square doesn't work for either. Try the pentagon?"
Flynn wishes for a coin making machine. It doesn't work. "What kind of thing that hurts without injury? Are you thinking of something that triggers the pain nerves? I'm not sure I want to try that just yet. The brain's really easy to mess up. "
"Okay. Then we should figure out something that keeps hurting with minimal injury. Mmm." She thinks for a bit. "Let's go see if washing hands in freezing cold water gives any interesting results?"
"I'm going to try and get some more coins out of this wrist first. I don't know if I'll be able to do it again." Flynn stands up, faces away from the wall, and swings her arm backwards as hard as she can. It hits with a loud crack. Two pentagons appear. Flynn, eyes tearing up, tries again, but stops herself at the last moment. She swings her arm again, and again freezes up just before it hits the wall. She heals her wrist with a square.
"Oh, poor you! I'll take the next batch, that must have been awful!" She starts walking out of the secret room, heading towards a bathroom that she saw earlier.
Flynn follows, massaging her wrist. The bathroom is small, but there's plenty of room for them both to stand.
"Okay. Maximum cold, see how long I last." She turns the tap on, as cold as it gets. She winces and puts her left hand in. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Triangle. Square. "Ow." Square. "Ow." Square. "Ow." Square. "Oww." Square. "Owww!" she shouts and pulls her hand out. "Need a small break." "Bit more." Square. Square. She takes her hand out and wiggles her fingers to un-numb her hand. A few more squares appear. "Ow ow ow. I can't do any more." "It didn't get me any pentagons, that's a shame, I hoped it would. Hmm..."
"The obvious solution is just to hurt each other. If we heal everything afterwards and are careful, we'll be fine."