Prologue

This is the prologue to a story that I've started working on :) Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to all my friends who definitely inspired the characters you'll meet in chapter 1.Chapter 1 will be published later.

 The old woman refilled her cup of tea and smiled at the three boys, the wrinkles on her face showing age. It was their first day of fifth grade, and they had come back with excitement written all over their faces. She marvelled at how different the friends were from each other.

 Her grandson or The Chief, as nicknamed by his friends, sat on the plush couch, his legs crossed. He was burly and large like his father, and always had a sullen, stubborn expression. He did not talk as much as the others, but with one look you could tell that he was a natural leader.

 Next to him sat her grandson’s best friend Slash, the cheeky one of the group. He was the one with the best jokes, and the one who was the teacher’s favorite. With his brown hair and green eyes, Slash had a charming personality and when he wasn’t planning to prank someone, he would be working on ideas to create a robot.

 On the carpet sat the smallest one of the group. Squirt was shy and timid, or wimpy as some would say. He was good at heart though and an expert on animals. He had a habit of polishing his glasses and would always have a book in hand.

 The boys munched on chocolate chip cookies prepared by the Chief’s grandmother, as they chatted about their day. The Chief and Slash were having a fist fight, though they both knew that the Chief would win.Squirt would pitch in now and then, but mostly kept quiet.

 “What book is that, Gigi?” Squirt asked.

 “Don’t call her Gigi,” the Chief rolled his eyes, churlishly. “She’s my grandma, not yours for crying out loud.”

 Mrs.Robinson gave him an admonishing look. “You can call me Gigi if you want sweetheart,” she smiled at Squirt. “This is the Communist Manifesto. Speaking of books, I have a story to tell you three.”

 Slash groaned. “C’mon Mrs.R.”

She ignored him and started the story, with Squirt listening obsequiously.

Long time ago when I was around your age, there were three kingdoms. They were friendly kingdoms. They had been allies in war and were all on good terms. The kingdoms supplied troops for each other, and when war struck, they united to defeat their enemy. All was going well, until one of the kingdoms received a pendant. There was something special about the pendant, and suddenly the kingdoms that had helped each other through difficult times turned into enemies. They fought for ages for the pendant.”

"Jeez, you must be pretty old Mrs.R!" Slash exclaimed. 

“But why did they fight?” the Chief interjected, elbowing Slash. “I thought they were friends? And what was special about the pendant?”

The old lady nodded solemnly.

“Alas, as the adage goes, greed can make a man do a lot of things. The kingdoms were horrible to each other and would have fought till death, if it wasn’t for a young girl. She talked the kingdoms into their senses and reminded them how it had been before the pendant had arrived. Because of the sexist town, she wasn’t taken seriously at first. They scoffed at her, making sardonic comments. But later, the kingdoms started to see her point and they were ashamed of themselves. And can you guess who that young girl was?”

“You?” Squirt whispered, his eyes wide.

Mrs.Robinson nodded, with a smile. “So the moral of this story is to never let greed take over you.”

“That’s one helluva story but what happened to the pendant?” Even Slash was interested now.

The old woman smiled hollowly. “They rewarded it to the girl, of course. She could do whatever she wanted with it.” 

The boys’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads. “You mean-“

“Yes. In fact, it’s right here.” The old lady produced a small box from her pocket. “And I have finally found the true owner of this box. His name will be written inside.”

The Chief watched the box, a covetous expression on his face. The box had to be his. Squirt looked at it in awe, speechless. Slash could only stare.

Mrs.Robinson studied each of their expressions, gravely. “Remember, you must not have a dispute over this. I chose the owner for a reason. The owner of the box will be-"

Suddenly she gulped for air. Her face paled and her breathing was quick paced and harsh. “Gigi!” The boys yelled, rushing to her. 

But they were too late. “Keep it safe,”she gasped. Her final words had been said. And then she died, in the young boys’ arms.
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Hey, thanks for reading :) Suggestions, feedback, and comments would be appreciated! Feel free to correct grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. This is just the prologue, chapter one will be published later. The story will be called ‘Mrs.Rosemary.’ :) For lovers of adventure and mystery..

~Pratya :) 



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