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by Billy Miner

  “What is it, Gardiff? Was work okay?”

  “It was fine. But I have to tell you something.”

  “What is it?” she asked surprised.

  “Here, read this,” Gardiff said.

  She took the scroll from him and started reading. This is what it said,

  A brave hero shall rise from the depths of civilization, preventing calamity and exterminating evil. By the hand of his sword, all nations shall be freed. Mine Valley… thy name be praised, thy legend be told. Do not deny us the scar of thy eye. Come out and defeat the destructive ones.

  D. Prestagon

  “This is impossible,” Gardiff’s mother said. “Where did you get this?”

  “I found it at the library,” Gardiff said. “It was hidden between some of the books I was organizing. It looked as if someone had just put it there.”

  His mother looked worried. She didn’t know what to think of it. She kept shaking her head and started eating nervously. She was silent, until Gardiff said something.

  “Mom, I want to know what this means. Can you help me?”

  His mother was still silent.

  “Why is my dad’s name on this scroll? Did he write it? Do you know anything about this? Or does the letter ‘D’ stand for something else? Please, I need to know.”

  “Okay,” his mother finally said. “I will explain to you whatever I know, even though I would rather not talk about it.”

  “I am listening. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

  “Well, your father always was a little bit in his own world. I didn’t mind that. I married him because I loved him, and I still do. But sometimes, I just didn’t understand him. He would babble about all kinds of nonsense and he would dig into books all day. At one point it even caused him his job, because he didn’t show up for work. Whenever I would ask him, he would talk about visions, dangers, and the end of times. It never made any sense to me, so I would just calm him down and change the topic.”

  “Yes, I know he was a little strange that way. What do you think he saw?” Gardiff asked.

  “I don’t know. I just don’t. But at a certain point, he talked about you. He said you didn’t know your own potential, and that it would become apparent someday. When I wanted to know what that meant, he just told me not to worry and kept it at that. That is the whole truth.”

  “What happened to him? You never talk about it.”

  “True. I am just sad about what happened, and I can’t explain it. So that’s why I just kept my mouth shut. I was hoping to be able to clarify things later, but I didn’t find the answers in all that time.”

  “So how did he disappear?”

  “He was kidnapped,” Gardiff’s mother said.

  “Kidnapped? By whom?”

  “That’s just it. I really don’t know. They just came in here and grabbed him. He yelled and struggled, and I did too, but there was nothing we could do. They were armed to the teeth. They weren’t from around here; I knew that. Their clothes were dark, and their shields had a skull on it. It was creepy. I had never seen something like that before.”

  “And they just came in and captured Dad?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s terrible! I have to find him. I want him back, and I want to know why he wrote this.”

  “I understand,” his mother said. “And I want him back as much as you do. But don’t you think that would be dangerous? Who knows what those men might do to you. We don’t even know if he is alive. And where would you start looking?”

  “The prophecy mentions Mine Valley, so that is where I will begin looking,” Gardiff said. “I made up my mind, mom. I cannot let this go unsolved. I need answers and I want my father back.”

  With those words, they ended their conversation and finished their meal. It became a restless night for Gardiff, full of questions and lying awake.

  Entry 2: Vague Answers

  Gardiff had no idea where Mine Valley was, so the next day, he went back to the library. He had to work there anyway, so he figured that he might as well make use of his job to find answers.

  When he had some time off, he dug deep into the books about Mine Valley. He found a lot about its history, the two groups of people divided there, and some cultural background. Some of the shields stood out particularly.

  “That’s the one with the skull on it,” he said, thinking out loud. “Hey, what’s that other one?”

  He observed two coats of arms on shields: One with a white skull on a black background; green flames were coming from its eyes and an evil smirk was on its face; complicated patterns were found around it as decorations, making it a sophisticated piece of work. The other was a zombie head, an ugly face with empty, hollow eyes, big black bags underneath its eyes, and a drooling mouth; streams of blood were covering random pieces of skin on its face, and the background looked green with less difficult but equally impressive patterns.

  “Interesting,” Gardiff said.

  But he couldn’t find anything about the symbols’ significance. It just didn’t make any sense. Were those just to divide the people from each other in the valley? Or was there some darker, supernatural side to it? The books didn’t explain it. He had to figure it out when he would get there.

  He looked for maps in the topographical section of the library.

  “Whoa, three days walking!” he said when he calculated the distance between his village and Mine Valley.

  That was discouraging.

  But it wasn’t the first time he had gone on a big hike, so he decided right there and then that he would make the trip. It was too important.

  When he found everything he needed, he went to his boss to ask for permission to leave. It was an old woman, who was fairly flexible and took it easy every day. She was an avid reader and she was often polite.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “I would like to resign for a temporary, limited amount of time,” Gardiff said.

  “Okay. I am open to that. Would you please explain why?”

  “My father has been kidnapped. I am going to get him in Mine Valley.”

  “Oh my…” she said. “That… is definitely an important reason. Well, I wish you all the luck. Let me now when you get back. And be careful. I’ve heard bad things about the people in Mine Valley.”

  “I will. Thank you,” Gardiff said.

  He left the library and went home. Then he gathered some food, a sleeping bag, a knife, a few bottles of water, matches, and some other survival items and put them in his backpack. He said goodbye to his mother and left.

  Entry 3: The Quest for Truth

  Gardiff had been walking for a few hours. The sun was shining, the grass was green, and everything looked safe and secure. But some things were still bothering him. What was meant by the hero who would save all nations? And was up with the scarred eye? Why did his father write this, and how did he know about it? It just still didn’t make sense.

  He walked up the mountain in front of him. The path was easy to tread. It was clear and simple. At least many had gone before him, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him, at least, that’s what he thought…

  When it was evening and the sun went down, he became a little afraid. He was on his own, and that made him an easy target for robbers, muggers, and animal predators. He grabbed his knife from his backpack, just to make sure. With that, he continued for another hour until he heard some loud noises.

  “Let’s get him!” a voice said.

  Just like he predicted; they must be robbers.

  Gardiff dropped his backpack and stood firm, ready to counter the attacks by these assailants. Three robbers jumped out of the bushes and came at him with much aggression.

  “Wraaah!” they yelled.

  Gardiff took courage and withstood their blows. The rough, barbarian attackers had clubs, with which they tried to hit the young fellow. They missed. Gardiff stabbed one of them. It was his first kill. At first, it terrified him. He was shaking, he looked into the robber’s eyes and fel
t horribly guilty. But it was self-defense. He knew that if he wouldn’t kill them, they would take his life instead. So he chose to forget the sudden change of events and draw from his adrenaline, fighting back like a beast.

  Another robber came at him. Gardiff ducked and stabbed this one too. However, his knife got stuck. The robber fell on the ground, screaming in agony but taking the knife with him.

  “Heheheheh!” the third robber said. “Lost your weapon, huh? Well, that’s too bad. Looks like you’re going to die here, buddy.”

  He pulled the knife out of his dead friend and sliced Gardiff’s skin.

  “Aaargh!” I cried.

  It was right his my face. Gardiff felt lucky that he hadn’t died yet. The knife had just barely scratched the surface of his skin. He was bleeding, but he wasn’t done with this guy yet. He reached over and picked up one of the clubs.

  “Come and get me,” he said courageously.

  The robber yelled and made a few stabbing motions in Gardiff’s direction, but Gardiff was quick and agile. He evaded his attacks and banged him on the head with the club he had just acquired.

  THUD!

  Whether the robber was unconscious or dead he did not know, but the threat was eliminated, and that was enough. His heart was pounding like a drum, his hands were shaking, and he almost shed a few tears. He just killed some people! He knew it was the right thing to do, but he still felt a little empty inside.

  Hopefully he would get used to it soon.

  Entry 4: Finders Keepers

  He wanted to find a place to hide, a safe place he could spend the night. After the traumatic event that had just occurred, he needed to make sure he got away from the path that had so deceptively appeared secure in the first place.

  After a while, he found a small cave.

  “Perfect,” he thought. “I can spend the night there.”

  He walked up and checked the area. Everything seemed safe. Then he sat down on a rock and touched his face. It wasn’t bleeding much, but the cut could turn into a scar. It was painful, and he didn’t have anything to take care of it except for some water. He cleaned the wound, which was right underneath and above his left eye.

  Strange. Was this part of the prophecy? How did his dad know this would happen? It was mind-boggling.

  Then he saw something else. The cave wasn’t completely empty. A shiny object was reflecting the vague moonlight from outside the cave.

  “What is that?” Gardiff asked himself.

  He got up and walked toward the glimmering item. It was a sword.

  “Wow!” Gardiff said. “A sword! This way I can really defend myself. This was awesome! He looked at the blade. It was sharp and it had a fine handle, with decorative gems and beautiful patterns. When he was done looking at the blade and put it in its sheath that was next to it, he looked around him again.

  Hey, there was something else too. After putting the sword away, he walked towards the other wall of the cave.

  It was a TNT block; it probably got left behind by some of the miners in that area.

  Strange.

  Moreover, it had a hole in it that the sword would fit in perfectly. Gardiff didn’t hesitate. He was too curious to see what would happen. He stepped back and grabbed the sword, pulled it out of its sheath, and stabbed it into the hole in the TNT block.

  What happened after that, was something he would never forget. The sword attached to the TNT block and shocked him as he was holding it. He felt a vibrating power go through his body. It was sudden and startling. It was one of the strongest things he had ever felt. Did this sword just turn into some kind of explosive sword or something? Time would tell…

  Entry 5: Coats of Arms

  In took two more days to get to Mine Valley. When he arrived, he noticed why people had been warning him against it. From the top of the mountain, he saw two towns, one on each side of the valley. They both had big walls around them, as if to protect themselves from the others. Gardiff could immediately tell which village he should go to first, since one of them primarily consisted of black and white houses, and the other of dark green ones.

  His mother had told him that his dad was captured by people with skull symbols. And because the coat of arms with the skull was mostly black and white, it made sense to go to the village with the same colors.

  He descended down the mountain and turned left, following the path to the town with the skull symbol. As he came closer, he got an even worse feeling about it.

  The front gate was covered with skulls, and a big flag with their coat of arms was hanging on top of the entrance. It was huge. Guards with skull helmets were standing there, holding weapons and shields to defend the village.

  “Hold it right there,” one of them said. “Who are you? What do you want?”

  “I am just visiting from the mountains. I live in a tiny village on the other side, three days away from here.”

  “Show me what you have in that backpack.”

  Gardiff pulled out all his stuff.

  After unpacking everything, the guard asked, “What are you going to do with that sword?”

  “Probably sell it,” Gardiff lied. “I found it in a cave, so it may be worth something.”

  The guard raised his eyebrows and then finally said, “Okay. You’re good to go.”

  Gardiff went inside and was amazed at the sight of the village. Most people looked pretty regular, but occasionally, there was a person clothed in black or white entirely. It was like they were proud of wearing their colors. There were all kinds of trades and guilds in the village: Blacksmiths, bakers, butchers, carpenters, and more. Men and women dressed up in casual clothes, but some of them looked really weird, with white and black checkered robes or hoodies, or a skirt and shirt that were completely white or black. Gardiff kind of liked seeing it, feeling like a tourist.

  Then someone in particular caught his eye. It was a guy with a beard, dressed in black, with skulls all over his mantle. He looked as if he was up to no good; if the skulls weren’t creepy enough, then the look on his face topped it all. He slightly tilted his head all the time when someone talked to him, never looking straight at someone, and the smirk on the right side of his face made him appear as some confident evil villain, plotting to do something terrible.

  He left, and Gardiff was determined to follow him wherever he went. Gardiff just had this gut feeling that he was going to take him to his dad somehow.

  He kept his distance and saw him enter a basement underneath some old building. Gardiff walked over there slowly opened the door. It was a large, spacious, dark room he entered, and he hid in the corner immediately.

  “So what is our next step?” the guy with the hood asked.

  “We will release the army against the green village and exterminate them.”

  “Won’t they do the same?”

  “Maybe, but if we act quickly, we’ll be ahead of them.”

  “Let’s do it then.”

  This was awful. Gardiff almost bonked his head when he heard it. Were they really going to exterminate the entire village? He knew he had to look for his father sometime, but this seemed to have become a priority. He had to warn the other village. As fast as he could, he disappeared, going back the way he came and walking through the village to the entrance. He tried to act as if there was nothing going on, but he knew something terrible was going to occur. The guards let him out and he started running towards the other village, the one with all the green houses.

  The same scenario took place: A big guard asked him why he was there, as he was standing in front of the village gates, decorated with the huge flag that had the zombie coat of arms on it.

  “I want to speak the to the village leader,” Gardiff said.

  “Well, you’ll have to explain yourself first,” the guard said. “Not everyone is supposed to see the leader. Why do you want to see him?”

  “Something big is going to happen, something horrible. The other village… they are talking about destroying this villag
e. I have to let your leader know about that, so he can prepare for it.”

  “Fine. I will guide you to the government building. Willis! Take over please.”

  “Aye aye, sir.”

  The guard showed Gardiff the way. They walked through the streets of the green town, which had as many people in green clothes as the black and white town had people in black and white clothes. Apparently, they were pretty proud of their color too.

  “Wait here,” the guard said after a while. “I will go and ask if he will see you.”

  “Sure,” Gardiff said.

  Entry 6: Clashing Clans

  Gardiff waited outside. He wasn’t allowed into the building yet. He waited and waited. Ah, finally. There he was.

  “You may enter,” the guard said.

  Gardiff went inside. The guard stayed outside. The building was highly decorated, but it gave him the shivers. There were paintings with zombies in it, dark arches and shapes that looked like claws, and a weird mirror with leaded glass on the top. Gardiff was almost wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have the village be destroyed with all that ugly art and architecture. But he cared about human life. He cared about the innocent being protected, and so he wanted to give these people a chance.

  When he came into the main room where the ruler was, the door behind him shut automatically.

  “Come in, come in,” the ruler said. “Put your sword on the floor, please. I would hate to have you arrested for threatening me.”

  Gardiff put his backpack and his weapon down and walk forward.

  “The guard told me you wanted to tell me something urgent. Speak up. I am listening.”

  “Well, I was at the other village, the black and white one, and people there were talking about raising an army to attack this town. They were saying that they wanted destroy this place.”

  “That must be an army of skeletons they were talking about,” the ruler said.