Chests are made to put things in. That much is obvious. But what, Bartholomew the Stoic pondered one late night in his workshop, if you could put more than physical items in? What if you could put in your sickness, your hurt and your pain?
He knew that something similar had been done with a famous painting, and he respected the natural laws enough to know that there would have to be balance. He wouldn’t be able to create a chest that simply had everything negative placed in it. That wouldn’t work.
A busy court magician, he worked on this in the background over many years. Potentially, he would never have finished it if the queen hadn’t become ill. Healers came and went, but to no avail. She was dying.
Working feverishly, Bartholomew finished his chest in a matter of weeks. Nervously, he approached the queen’s adviser and physician, Malarith, and told him of his creation and what it might do.
With no hope and no other ideas, Malarith agreed and persuaded the queen to use the chest. As she opened it, willing it to take her sickness, an unearthly green glow sprang up from its depths.
She was transfixed, gazing into the light. And, with horror, Malarith and Bartholomew saw her face and skin fade away on one side of her body. She didn’t scream or cry out but just kept staring into the light and nodded in agreement.
After the queen closed the chest, Malarith inspected her. She was still ill, but only about half as ill as before. Also, her right side was skeletal, whilst her left had tissue and organs, all working perfectly.
She assured Malarith that it was okay. She was whole, it is just that half of her was elsewhere.
The queen lived on for another sixty years before dying of old age. It is said that, moments after she died, her body withered and her skin and organs melted away, leaving only a skeleton behind.