The purple spike and the finger from above
Lucky's Chronicles are fictional stories set in the world of iLuckyStones.
In the third Field the air was different. Quicker. The drops flew thicker, the walls were bigger, and Lucky had to learn to roll without thinking too much.
That's where it saw it for the first time.
The purple spike was big, all points, and spun round like a grumpy spinning top. It was in no hurry. It moved straight ahead, as if it knew exactly where it was going.
«That one,» said a passing yellow drop, just before turning pink, «takes a life if it catches you.»
Lucky ran. It ran right, then left, then behind a wall. The purple spike calmly went round the wall. Lucky began to understand that running away, on its own, wasn't enough.
Then something strange happened.
From above, from a place that wasn't the Field and wasn't the sky, something came down. A soft tip, as big as a cloud, that touched the purple spike. And the purple spike vanished. In its place, in the air, a number glowed: fifty.
Lucky froze, eyes wide open.
It wasn't the first time it had felt that presence. It was the same one that, in difficult moments, seemed to push it the right way. The one that had guided it towards the yellow drops in the first Field and along the walls in the second. Lucky didn't know who it was. It only knew it wasn't alone.
From that day on, Lucky and the presence from above played as two. Lucky rolled, dodged, collected. The presence, when needed, touched the spikes before they arrived. And Lucky learned the most surprising thing in the whole Field: the same danger, caught in time, becomes a prize.
At ten thousand, the Field opened as it had before. This time the glowing words seemed written for both of them:
Fear can be a hidden enemy: defeat it.
To be continued in the next episode.
Level 3: the purple spike costs a life, but tap it (or click it) and it's worth fifty points. The presence from above is you.