Chapter #5Your first great error by: Hazari The great enticement of take one medallion was taking your mind, was truth that nothing of this belong to you directly but you still justify your decision thinking that after all this persons were dead and never will miss something like that, even more you say to yourself, that this vacations were so lame that you “deserve” a nice keepsake of all this. Finally leaving all superstitious nonsense aside, with determination you extent one of your arms and take the medallion what take your attention, the great and gold with a particular design, a giant eagle with a elephant in his claws, what at beginning look odd but after minutely precise observation you remember the mythical roc.
Meanwhile a sound come from the exterior, that sound echoes inside of the mausoleum making the sound weird but still clear, the stroke of the bells frm the belfry in the center of Bridgemouth, are a reminder of the launch and before the belfry end hit’s rhythmic symphony of bells, you start to running in direction to your house, definitely you don’t want that your uncle be disappointed with you.
When you are finally in the porch of the old mansion you look for last time your little trophy before to put in your pocket, it’s more beautiful under the sun and you finally see that it’s made of true gold, what means that in that mausoleum have thousands of dollars in gold and all that belongs to you know, but you will have more time for think in that after lunch.
Fortunately, uncle Thomas don’t notice that you come later for twenty minutes and his questions are not very specific, making the launch quasi tolerable, sadly in your left hand you feel a uncomfortable scratchy sensation, at beginning was harmless but to the end of the food the irritation was extreme. The rest of the afternoon consist in you trying of cure your hand of that sensation that your guilty mind explain how a allergy or reaction to a fungus in the mausoleum, after all don’t that type of places are filled with of nasty things.
After the set of the sun your uncle finally notice your suffer and with more cautious voice he ask you again where you go in the morning, finally you say a lie about touch a rara plant that you old uncle believes- Take this cream, boy, will make you feel better
You take the flask and scatter its contents with your right hand, fortunately the pain go down what make you say- thank , uncle Thomas, that was nice of your part.
Take it easy, boy- He exclaim gently- I expect what that give you a lesson, but how you have be a good boy I considerate do something special tomorrow, the university will organize a ship travel for the Ontario and after a calls I obtain a special tour tomorrow.
Surprisingly that doesn’t sound boring; discover more things of this place could be interesting after all. More late that night your excitement for the travel of tomorrow are replaced for strange dreams, in them mysterious voices call you in a unknown language but the sound that more call your attention it’s the calling of a eagle, that sound grow and grow to the point that was unsupportable and your dream end when you see a pair of eyes, terrible and full of anger to the point that your mind can’t take it.
When you awake of your nightmare you notice your body covert of sweat. Ignoring the content of your dreams how simply guilt you decides go to your bathroom to refresh yourself but when you are taking of your pajama you notices.
In you left hand a few small feathers are growing!
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