"Pick a Word, Paint a Story #11"
One day, a humble blacksmith which name is Ilyas lived in a small village which is located near mountains. He was famous for his strong arms, sharp mind and kind heart. There was one thing about him that made people curious which is he have a mysterious wooden box that he never let anyone touch.
The box was small but beautifully carved with strange symbols. Some villagers gossip that the box magical powers, others believed it contain a treasure. People try to stole this box from his workshop but Ilyas always kept it locked.
One evening, when the Sun is about to set behind the mountains. There come an old man(traveler) arrived in the village. He had tired eyes, long beard and he carried nothing with him but a walking stick. He went straight to Ilyas’s workshop and knocked on the door.
Ilyas opened it and, upon seeing the old man, his face changed. He looked both surprised and worried. The traveler stepped inside and spoke in a low voice. “It is time,” Ilyas hesitated then slowly walked to the wooden box. He ran his fingers over the carvings. It was looking remembering something from long ago. Suddenly he took a deep breath and unlocked it.
There were few aged papers, a small iron key and a silver ring with a blue gemstone inside the box. The traveler picked up the ring and sighed. "After so many years, it is finally back in the right hands," he murmured.
Curious but respectful, Ilyas asked, “What is the secret of this box? Why have I protected it all these years without knowing its true purpose?”
The old man smiled. “Your father wants you to do this”
The heart of Ilyas skipped a beat. His father was died when he was only six years old. Father leaving only this box and promise that one day, you will surely know it's secret.
The old man unfolded the papers inside. They were letters, written by Ilyas’s father. "These letters tell the story of a lost kingdom," the traveler explained. "Your father was its last guardian. The ring belonged to the rightful king, hidden for generations to protect it from those who wished to destroy the kingdom’s legacy."
Ilyas was amazed. He always thought that his family was ordinary, but now he came to know he was part of something much greater. "And the key?" he asked.
The old man give it to him. "This key unlocks a hidden part of box beneath the ruins of the old castle which is deep in the forest. You will find the rest of the treasure maps, documents and the truth about your ancestors there."
Ilyas was not sleep that night. He was seated near the wooden box. He was looking to the ring that was now resting in his palm. He felt the burden of history, duty and an enigmatic story that was waiting to be unveiled.
Next morning, as soon as the sun made contact with the village, Ilyas began to pack his luggage. He put box on his head for seeking to discover the truth regarding his family, the lost kingdom and the secrets contained within the ancient ruins.
Thus, the tale of the wooden box began.
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My part. 😀
On the way to discovering the truth about his family, he met an unexpected accident. That was the end of his life. The family's and the box's reality was buried for all time after this.
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