The Lost Secret: Part 4

Sorry for the delay again, still trying to figure out my blog schedule. So without further ado here’s part four. 🙂

Brock sat on the couch, watching the gold, ever mocking with its brilliant sheen. He didn’t trust himself to touch anything.

A ringing pierced the air.

Startled, he jumped up and ran for the phone. Then froze.

He couldn’t touch that phone. He couldn’t talk on that phone. For all he knew, his voice could be carrying some lethal virus that miraculously transmitted through the phone.

He looked at the number. Hildebrand.

I can’t ignore a call like that!

Hesitantly, he picked up the phone, and pushed the talk button. Nothing had happened yet. Maybe this really was all in his head…

“Sternberg!” Hildebrand shouted into the phone.

“Y-yes, sir?”

There was a sudden electrifying snap and Brock’s whole apartment went dark, followed by sizzling wires.

“Hello?” Brock said crossly into the phone. He got nothing back.

Fighting off the urge to scream, Brock slammed the phone into the ground.

He grabbed his coat, ripping it in the process, and headed out the door.

Walking down the halls, it was black as night.

Did I just short circuit the entire apartment building?

Walking faster, he sped down the hall, down the stairs, (avoiding the elevator), and onto the street.

He couldn’t see a thing.

Did I just short circuit the entire town?!

Fear was choking him. He marched down the sidewalk.

Terrifying thoughts swirled around Brock’s head. He kept his head down, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Hey you!” a gruff voice said.

Brock turned stiffly. “What?”

The man whipped out a rope. “Don’t move.”

Brock eyed him warily. “I-”

Darkness filled Brock’s vision as he was backhanded and tied up.

He saw several more figures appear in his haze.

Of course. Just my luck.

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“Wake up, Sternberg!”

Brock’s eyes flew open. He was tied to a chair, surrounded by angry-looking men.

His memories slowly started flowing back.

“I…why am I here?” he asked.

“You have the Safira,” a man, presumably leader of these men, said, stepping forward.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” the man growled.

Brock set his jaw. “If you’re talking about that stupid gold block, then take it. I couldn’t care less.” He lowered his eyes. “It’s brought me nothing but trouble.”

“Gilroy, untie him,” the man said.

Brock widened his eyes. “That is a really bad idea.”

The man ignored him. “Go, untie him.”

Gilroy hesitated, and then strode up to Brock, reaching for the ropes.

“Don’t. Please,” Brock pleaded. He felt the sweat beading on his forehead.

Brock felt Gilroy bravely snatch the rope, and then heard him cry out in pain.

The leader stepped forward slightly. “For goodness sake Gil! What on earth’s wrong?!”

“The…the ropes,” Gilroy said.

Brock was glad he couldn’t look behind him. He didn’t want to know what ridiculous thing he’d managed to do this time.

“The ropes? What are you blabbering about?!”

“They’re…they’re so sharp!”

Gilroy stumbled over to his boss, so Brock had full view of Gilroy’s bleeding hands.

He sucked in a breath, revolted.

The man barely glanced at Gilroy’s hands and then stomped over to Brock.

“Must I do everything myself?” he muttered angrily.

He marched behind the chair and Brock felt the ropes loosen, then fall off.

Brock stumbled out of the chair and away from these strange men.

“I…I don’t understand…”

“Of course you don’t,” the man said solemnly. “Allow me to introduce myself. Jules Brennan, archeologist and former explorer. You’re Brock Sternberg, head of the geologist department of ISA,” he fiddled with his gloves now. “And you have something I want.”

Brock took a step forward and then, slightly embarrassed, he pulled at Jules’ sleeve.

Nothing happened.

Brock tried to sort things out. This man, Jules, who had untied him and was seemingly immune to his curse, had kidnapped him, for the very gold that had brought Brock so much trouble.

“Yes, I understand you’re confused,” Jules sauntered over to the chair and sat down. “You see, you and I, we’re total opposites.”

Brock clenched his fists. “What do you want from me? Take the gold, I don’t care. In fact, I’m begging you.”

Jules folded his arms, ignoring Brock’s talk. “You took my bad luck. Now I have good luck. Do you see?”

Jules stood up from his chair, starting to pace the little room.

“I’d found the Safira many years ago. I’ve been in the same boat as you, actually,” Jules laughed, patting Brock on the back, causing Brock to flinch.

“So imagine my joy when I’d found out that another man had taken my bad luck!”

Brock quickly pieced things together in his head. “So what you’re saying is that I have the bad luck that you had up until I found the…gold, the Safira.” Brock bit his lip. “But…you untied me.”

“You see son,” Jules said, “The Safira works in a reverse sort of way. I found it, got bad luck, you found it, and I lost my bad luck, and got good luck to boot.”

Brock crossed his arms. “So…why do you need me? I would think you’d want to be as far away from me as possible. Couldn’t you just take it yourself?”

Jules scowled suddenly. “You will bring the Safira to the Asteka, where I will be knighted with power stronger than any before.” He turned sharply to Brock. “No disputes.”

Brock rocked on his heels, curious about Jules sudden change in temper. “So, what you’re saying is I’m to be your little puppet so you can get wealth and power? Hardly seems fair.”

But Jules just smiled again. “It’s a sad fate, but someone had to do it. You were just dumb enough to find the Safira in the first place.”

Brock clenched his fists tighter and ran for him. The other men ran out of the way while Jules quietly side-stepped him. Brock ran flat into the wall, creating a thick crack.

Brock unclenched his fists, shoulders slumping. It was useless. He could never stop Jules. He could never lose his ill-fated curse. He might as well just give up and surrender.

Brock fell to his knees in defeat. Jules grinned. “I though you might do that.”

The Many Problems Of A…{Bookworm}

Hey guys!

So, to make up for my non-posting, I thought I would start a new type of post!

Basically, I pick a subject, (in this case, books), and I list some annoyances and problems that come with it! All in good nature, of course. 😉

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  1. Reading in bed

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It’s really hard to go about doing this. You want your whole body under the blanket, but then which hand holds the book? Or maybe you have to use both hands because the book is so massive? Ugh…

2. Waiting for the paperback

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I’ve crumbled several times and bought the last book in a series in hardcover…my OCD suffers daily.

3. Finishing a series

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Road to El Dorado | What I do after I end every series of books or Tv shows on the planet.

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It’s like a piece of me is gone. I’ll never see or hear of the characters again. They’re off living their lives happily and I’ll never know and I JUST CAN’T.

4. Looking for new books, even though your TBR pile is already ginormous

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It’s pretty incredible when I can stare at my shelves and shelves of books and still… There’s always room for more…

5. Character deaths

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I can’t. What do I do!? THERE IS NO ANSWER.

6. Staying up into the night because you have to finish just one more chapter

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Me: Just one more! I promise!

Me: Okay, well, maybe one more chapter?

Me: Well, I’m nearly finished with the whole thing, why not just finish it?

7. Book-to-movie adaptations. Done right

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8. When something absolutely atrocious happens in your book and nobody else has read it

PLEASE. I NEED TO GET MY EMOTIONS OUT.

9. Reading character/place names wrong and then being called on it

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And then I can’t change it to the right thing! IT CAN’T BE UNDONE.

10. BOOKSTORES

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My life.

11. Accidently reading a spoiler

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What. just. happened. WHAT NO I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. O_o

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12. Cliffhang…

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How could I not have? BUT STILL.

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Well, I hope you liked this post and tell me in the comments what your worst reading pet peeve is… 🙂

 

 

 

The Lost Secret: Part 3 (SORRY!)

Oh goodness! I’m so sorry, I forgot to post this on Tuesday! Things have been so hectic and it totally slipped my mind… 😦

Forgive me and read on…

Brock tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator door to open. It was his lunch break and he didn’t want to keep Leland waiting, however irritating he could be.

The door slowly slid open. He stepped in.

“Wait!” a voice shouted behind him.

Brock held the door and Jeremiah, a chemist, ran in beside him. He still had a beaker in hand.

Seeing Brock’s questioning look, Jeremiah started to explain. “I need a few things in the cafeteria for my experiment.”

Brock nodded slowly. “I see.”

The door shut and Brock felt the floor dip as they zoomed down.

“Hey, did you find anything interesting on your exploit?” Jeremiah asked.

“Well, I might’ve-” but Brock couldn’t finish because there was a sudden violent bang and then a spine-chilling shift in the elevator.

Brock and Jeremiah screamed as the floor suddenly dropped beneath them.

Gasping for breath, Brock backed up against the wall and hung onto the railing, keeping his eye on Jeremiah.

And then it stopped with a loud, irking crash.

Brock let out a short gasp. The elevator had fallen.

Jeremiah had already pressed the emergency button, setting off an alarm.

Brock shakily let go of the railing and made for the door. He forced himself to stop shaking and tried to wrench the door open. No luck.

Brock slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. Jeremiah sat next to him, jaw clenching.

“That was…”

“Odd,” Brock finished for him.

Jeremiah shook his head. “And didn’t they just repair this elevator a week ago?”

“I…I don’t know what could’ve happened…” he stood up. “If I could look in the gearing mechanisms…”

Jeremiah stood up. “I don’t think you can without be outside of the elevator.”

Brock folded his arms. “Well, what should we do then?”

Jeremiah wrung his hands. “Do you have a phone?”

Brock thought for a moment. “But even if we could call someone, how would they help? We’re stuck down here until the elevator maintenance comes.”

Jeremiah pounded on the door. “Help!”

Brock sat back down, thinking. How could something like this happen…? Especially if the elevator had just been repaired?

They sat, waiting. After what seemed like ages, they heard voices.

All Brock remembered after that was stumbling out of the elevator’s open doors and Hildebrand saying to go home. Brock thankfully complied.

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Walking up the sidewalk toward his apartment, Brock struggled to think things through. But his brain was too jumbled from the elevator incident.

He didn’t even want to think about the gold block. Sighing, he grabbed his key and stuck it in his room door. It didn’t open.

Brock gripped the key harder. He tried to force it in, but to no avail.

Resigned, Brock slumped heavily against the door, slipping his phone out.

“Hi, yes, is this the Gregory Locksmith Company?”

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Soon, Brock was inside his apartment, sitting on his couch staring at the block.

He’d been feeling a bit dizzy, first after the elevator, and now being locked out.

He couldn’t understand it. Had someone slipped his key while he was at work?

He sighed, exhaustion creeping up on him.

The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly made for the door and wrenched it open.

“Leland,” Brock said, feigning surprise. He knew Leland wouldn’t leave him alone until he paid up.

“Sternberg,” he said flatly.

Brock fought against rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry Lel, I can’t be sure about anything, and…”

He hesitated, not wanting to voice the doubt he’d had since that morning.

“I…I don’t really want to touch it. Again.”

“Touch what?”

Brock studied his feet. “The gold.”

Leland raised his eyebrows, folding his arms. “That’s why you haven’t paid us?”

Brock bit his lip. “I…I just have this terrible suspicion…”

“What? What could it possibly be?”

Brock glared. “You won’t believe me.”

Leland shrugged. “Try me.”

Brock inhaled. “I think that gold is cursed.” He shut his eyes, not wanting to see his friend’s face.

However, Leland made it quite clear what he thought of that, regardless of facial expressions.

“You’re kidding me. You’re seriously kidding, right?”

Brock didn’t say anything.

Leland sucked in a sharp breath. “It was the elevator wasn’t it? Don’t lie to me!”

Brock straightened a bit. “No, not just the elevator…”

“So it was the elevator.”

“No! I got locked out of my house! I had to call a locksmith! And…” Brock hesitated. “Hildebrand. When…when he touched me, touched my shoulder, he started…sneezing.”

Leland stared in disbelief. “Brock, do you even hear yourself? Cursed?” Leland grabbed Brock’s shoulders and shook them hard.

Brock’s eyes shot open and he shoved Leland away. “I hear myself just fine, thank you.” But truthfully, Brock couldn’t get himself to believe what he’d just said either.

Leland gritted his teeth. “If this so-called curse is real then prove it!”

Brock narrowed his eyes. “How would I do that?”

Leland looked fierce. “Exactly! You can’t, because you have no excuse!”

Brock clenched his fist and hit it hard against the countertop.

Chaos ensued as the countertop cracked open, leaving it in a heap of disarray.

Brock pulled away, staring dumbly at the counter. He looked to Leland, eyes wide.

Leland leaned against the doorway, his face paling. “That…that was a…a fluke!”

Brock stiffened. “A fluke? Does your countertop crumble so often?” He clenched his fists, anger mixed with a sense of dread washing over him.

He marched to the doorway. Leland took a step back.

“Brock, I-It can’t be…that’s just…” He stumbled over his words, confounded.

Brock felt a headache coming on. He leaned against the doorway, hand on the jamb.

Leland took another step back, clenching his fists. “I’m sorry Brock…”

Brock’s fingers tightened around the doorknob, and an instant later, he felt the knob loose in his hand.

Anger swirled in his head. He threw the knob at the gold block, its glimmer mocking his lame attempt.

“I…I gotta go…” Leland sped away.

Brock didn’t blame him. He wouldn’t want to be near himself either.

11 of the Weirdest Books I’ve Ever Read

Hey guys!

So, today, I thought I would share with you an interesting list I came up with. Now, I’ve read so many books. So many books. And most of them are fantabulous!

But some…Well…

Some are just plain weird.

And so, here are 11 of the strangest (and sometimes wonderful) books I’ve ever read.

Starting off with…

Chickenhare by Chris Grine – 11#

Half chicken, half rabbit, 100% hero!

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Now, I’ve seen some weird things. But this is quite possibly the oddest book I’ve ever read. It’s about Chickenhare (a rabbit with chicken feet) and his friend Abe (who’s a box turtle with a beard). If that doesn’t scream odd than I don’t know what does.

Hyperactive by Scott Christian Sava – 10#

Twelve-year-old Joey Caram’s metabolism has gone haywire!

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I thought this book was actually really funny. But very odd. It’s about a boy named Joey who’s metabolism has suddenly gone crazy, resulting in super speed. It was a cute, elementary level read and my younger brother thought it was hilarious. J

The Chronicles of Harris Burdick by Various Authors – 9#

An inspired collection of short stories by an all-star cast of best-selling storytellers based on the thought-provoking illustrations in Chris Van Allsburg’s The Mysteries of Harris Burdick.

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This was a whimsical collection of short stories that several authors contributed to. Each one of the authors took one of the mysterious pictures of Harris Burdick and wrote a story based on it. Some…were more interesting than others. There were several that I despised, but there were also a few that I found wonderful. In short, it was a very intriguing, very unusual book.

Dragons of Darkness by Antonia Michaelis – 8#

In this thrilling modern-day fable, two boys from very different backgrounds are thrown together by magic, mayhem, and a common foe.

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This was so excruciatingly odd, yet some parts were wonderful and enchanting. I have very mixed feelings about this one. On the one hand, I loved a few particular characters so much! Others…not so much. I thought the story was peculiar, sometimes in good ways, sometimes, not so good. There were a few parts that made me squeamish, though. It was definitely a memorable read, I’ll say.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll – 7#

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. “Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”

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Okay, so I couldn’t have a list of weird books and not include this one. It would basically go against all rules of strangeness (trust me, there’re rules; I would know). I’m sure you all know how the story goes. I think of it less as a book and more of a collection of random anecdotes and quips. Randomness abounds…Weirder and weirder. 😛

Lumberjanes Vol. 1: Beware the Kitten Holy by Noelle Stevenson – 6#

FRIENDSHIP TO THE MAX!

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Okay, can I just…who calls their book that? And it only gets stranger… Needless to say, I thought it was a pretty hilarious book, and I may consider reading the next one, if I really feel the urge to finish the story. Which is doubtful…

Running Out of Time by Margaret Peterson Haddix – #5

Can Jessie get help before the children of Clifton, and Jessie herself, run out of time?

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I won’t lie; I loved this book as a kid. And I don’t think I’ll ever re-read it. I don’t want it to lose the love I had for it before, no matter how strange it was, (and it was definitely one of the more unusual books I read as a kid…)

House of Robots James Patterson – #4

An extraordinary robot signs up for an ordinary fifth grade class… and elementary school will never be the same!

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THIS BOOK WAS SO CUTE OKAY. It was so funny and adorable and just…GAH! But don’t tell my brother I said that. 😉 I really liked the idea of a house full of robots that do all the jobs and all of the robots are hilarious. I recently checked out the second book and I love it so far. Just really love E. He’s great. 😀

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart – #3

“Are you a gifted child looking for special opportunities?”

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I LOVED this book! It was so different from any book I’ve read, and in a very good way! The characters were so interesting and the story was so peculiarly delightful and it wrapped up so nicely but there’s still room for a sequel and I just LOVE IT. ❤

A Wonderlandiful World by Shannon Hale – #2

When a mysterious being from Wonderland begins to infect Ever After High with a strange magic, everything goes topsy-turvy. Lizzie Hearts, Cedar Wood, and Madeline Hatter, seem to be the only ones who haven’t completely lost their heads. It’s up to them to save their best friends forever after from a curse that threatens to give their school-and their lives-a very unhappy ending.

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This is a third book, so I don’t want to spoil you if you haven’t read the book, but… MY GOODNESS WAS THIS BOOK EVER INSANE. TOPSY-TURVY IS AN UNDERSTATMENT. O_o

The Candy Shop War by Brandon Mull – #1

What if there were a place where you could get magical candy?

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Guys, I really just love this book. I can’t say anything else. Well, I guess I can say this book was ABSOLUTE MADNESS. O_O But in an AWESOME way! And that it is one of my favorite books EVER. Such a twisty, turny, mad-cap adventure…Read it! 😀

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There you have it, 11 of the weirdest books I’ve ever read. Now you know. 😛

I shall post again soon! ❤

The Lost Secret: Part 2

Hey guys!

Here’s the next part! Tell me what you think of it so far. 🙂

       Brock pushed his goggles up farther on his head.

He reached for a small chisel, and then hesitated, dropping it.

He cupped his hands in his face, exasperated.

“I can’t make anything of it!” he shouted at his empty lab.

Clenching his fists, he marched over to his giant magnifying glass and turned the light on.  

“Brock?”

Brock jumped at the voice and whirled around. Leland was there, curiously eyeing the gold.

Sighing, Brock stalked over to his friend.

“Don’t. Do. That.”

Leland smirked. “What can you make of it?”

Brock sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Leland stared at the gold. “Well, you sure cleaned it up. It’s glittering like mad!”

Brock smiled weakly at his friend.

“I though I might be able to decipher some of the writing if it were cleaner…” he sighed again, slumping down in his chair. “Evidently not.”

Leland cocked his head. “Well, if anything, at least you got a pretty decoration for your living room.”

Brock snorted. “At least.”

Leland backed out of the way as Brock set the gold aside on his desk.

He studied the inlaid sapphire, gleaming brighter than ever. Glowering at him.

“I could give it a museum. Maybe they’d make better sense of it than I could.”

Leland nodded. “Or…you could keep it.”

Brock rolled his eyes, turning to his friend.

“I know you want your pay Leland, but I’m talking friend to friend here, and I need more time. Please.”

Leland shrugged. “All the time you need, sir.”

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       Brock stared at the gold block from his vantage point in the kitchen. He’d set it up in his sitting room as a petty ornament.

Brock shook his head. He took a sip of coffee. All that work and nothing to show for it. A sapphire plated in gold? How couldn’t it be worth something?

       It can’t be because I have no idea if it’s actually real sapphire and gold.

       He shook the thought away. The thought he hadn’t wanted to voice to his crew, to Leland. The readings he’d taken hadn’t shown any similarities with gold or sapphire. But his eyes wouldn’t believe him.

Sighing, Brock got up and grabbed his briefcase and hat before heading out to work.

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       “Sternberg, I must speak to you.”

Brock looked up from his microscope. “Yes sir?”

Mr. Hildebrand walked up to Brock and laid a hand on his back.

“How’s the research going?”

Brock forced casualty. “Good. I recently found something that I think might be a big discovery.”

Hildebrand looked around warily. “If I were you, I would keep quiet about it.”

Brock gulped and nodded, turning back to his microscope. His hands shook.

“Is there anything else?” he asked.

Hildebrand shook his head, and then sneezed.

“Bless you,” Brock said.

Hildebrand eyed him uncertainly and then paced away. He could hear him sneezing again.

Brock tilted his head and went back to work, forcing himself to focus.

The Lost Secret: Part 1

Hey guys!

Okay, so I’m really excited about this post because it’s something a little different than I’ve ever done. I’m starting a serial! This was a story I wrote back in December in post-Nano blues. 😛 And I’m really excited to share it with you! 😀

       “Brock!” Leland shouted. “Over here!”

Brock came running, nearly toppling over his own feet. “Did you find something?” he asked excitedly.

“Yeah, it looks good,” Leland said, gesturing madly with his hands.

Brock and his crew had been searching around the temples of the Aztecs for weeks now, and hadn’t found anything. This new find looked promising.

“Careful!” Brock said, panting beside his friend, “Just brush around what you can see. I don’t want anything broken.”

Leland carefully swept the top of the shiny rock a few more times.

“That’s gold,” Brock said confidently, “Get the rest of the crew here, we’ll need shovels.”

Leland nodded, speechless, and ran to get the others.

Brock made a clean swipe across the new-found gold block, leaving a gleaming mark. He didn’t try to hide his excitement.

This could be it, he thought, Our chance at the big bucks!

“Brock, I got the shovels,” Leland said huffing, the rest of his crew behind him.

Brock quickly grabbed a shovel and gingerly began to dig around the block. He could see a faint glimmer of something other than gold.

A precious gem? Brock dug faster, his crew barely keeping up.

Soon, the mysterious block was uncovered, its gleam blinding.

Brock dropped the shovel and knelt down, taking out a magnifying glass.

He examined the block. It had the ancient Aztec writing written over it in an almost messy fashion. There were what he could only assume to be pictograms mixed in with the writing, making it impossible to decipher.

But the thing that got his attention most was the glaring sapphire set in the center of the block.

Brock felt Leland leaning in close to him, his breath heavy. “What is it?”

Brock shook his head. “I…I don’t know. It looks like a chunk of a ruined temple. But it couldn’t be…”

Leland’s eyes widened. “Well…what should we do with it?”

Dazedly, Brock took his gaze away from the gold block and looked up at his friend.

“I need to have it examined. I’ll take it home.” Turning to his crew, Brock slipped his magnifying glass back into his pocket. “I will let you all know if I find anything important.”

The others seemed relieved, but Leland looked curious. “Do you think it’s worth something?”

Brock laughed. “Naturally. But how much is the true question.”

Leland looked up as if pondering. “A million dollars?”

Brock rolled his eyes, smiling. “Leland, don’t you have things to pack?”

Saluting him, Leland nodded. “Of course. I’ll help the others.” He turned away, marching back off to where they had set up camp.

Brock watched him lead the others back, and then turned back to the block.

It seemed to be glaring at him.

Well, I hope you liked it! I’ll be posting new parts every Tuesday, but since I just couldn’t wait, I had to post today! 😀

Here’s hoping you’re having a marvelous day! ❤