The Mystery of the Sword

The morning was beautiful, and the alluring sun rays cutting sharply through the navy blue bedroom curtains only made the day more promising. Most importantly, the tantalizing aroma from the kitchen meant that Leslie's mother was already up and making him his favorite delicacy, blueberry pancakes.

Kicking the dar brown duvet off his body, Leslie swiftly made it to the shower, before hurrying downstairs to where his mother was supposed to be. A beautiful smile crossed his visage as he recalled all the good childhood memories shared with his mother in and out of this very house. He made up his mind to start new memories with his mum, with him taking charge. After all, his graduation was around the corner and being the best in his year, he was already receiving emails of tempting job offers from all over the country.