On the sea side as the sky cries and thunder roars tearing the silence of the night , and as i wandered around killing some time ; my sight fell upon a faint single ray of light , lost in the sand seeming sublime and i was obsessed at the time with the thought that it might be a dime. From afar it seemed so , but as i fought my way through the rain i could distinguish the golden color, the glowing is unmistakable especially by an experienced goldsmith such as i am; i was thrilled to the thought that i might be the first man in a long time to notice this treasure that was brought by the waves and buried by the sand. I bent over covering my head with my coat to examine this artifact but my great has got me by the throat at the time and fueled my curiosity which led me finally to the conclusion that this examination must be done in a more proper condition , a condition that suits the lovely shining of this little treasure that i shall possess very soon now.
I never regret anything like that in my life , because at this very moment that i was overwhelmed by the desire of this treasure i was bound to a path that i could never quit. My hand stretched out for that shiny ring to pull it out from its sandy grave , i had my grip tight around it and i pulled with all the power i had in my hands , mindlessly pulling again and again to get this mummified treasure out. With all my body pulling back , my effort reached its zenith for one last try to recover this piece of gold and indeed i succeeded this one last time but i understood clearly after seeing what i was holding that this, was no mere ring or necklace lost with no purpose ; i was at the moment handshaking a dead man , precisely a rotten hand if i could say , although it missed a finger and had this greenish skin and grey bones. What is most surprising about this event and what makes it worth mentioning is that i didn't show any sign of fear , i actually wrapped this necrosed hand in my coat and ran like a hound towards my shop , indeed i agree on the fact that it was not a regular reaction but i guess that such an odd and weird situation demands an equally odd and weird reaction such as i running with a dead hand on my head.
Raging was the storm upon me while i ran my way home, the heavy fog all along my way was intensifying and it was as if the sky fell upon my shoulders all of a sudden , i can even describe it as an attempt from the gods to prevent me from committing this sin and doing this evil. The fog intensified rapidly on my way meanwhile the roars of the thunder struck horror in my weak heart and all of that was just nothing , for the woes won't seize to be , i was warmly welcomed in town by a pack of stray hounds that teared the skin off my legs and turned my clothes into rags , a quick transition from a noble man to a beggar in few short minutes under the effect of terror and teeth however i managed to cripple my way home , with a mind flooded with the thoughts of the great award that i would soon acquire , that holy -or foul- work i will do and all of this that i have been through must be very well awarded at the end of the day , that is how i saw things at the moment, Taking that first step inside my shop gave me a sense of relief and inner peace that will be compromised short after.
Raging was the storm upon me while i ran my way home, the heavy fog all along my way was intensifying and it was as if the sky fell upon my shoulders all of a sudden , i can even describe it as an attempt from the gods to prevent me from committing this sin and doing this evil. The fog intensified rapidly on my way meanwhile the roars of the thunder struck horror in my weak heart and all of that was just nothing , for the woes won't seize to be , i was warmly welcomed in town by a pack of stray hounds that teared the skin off my legs and turned my clothes into rags , a quick transition from a noble man to a beggar in few short minutes under the effect of terror and teeth however i managed to cripple my way home , with a mind flooded with the thoughts of the great award that i would soon acquire , that holy -or foul- work i will do and all of this that i have been through must be very well awarded at the end of the day , that is how i saw things at the moment, Taking that first step inside my shop gave me a sense of relief and inner peace that will be compromised short after.
My shop ,is a place worth mentioning for it is literally an art museum in town because it represents the beauty of the hard work , the perfection and devotion in every single little angle of every work that i have done , and for that reason i was chosen from many by the king himself to be his personal jeweler for being known for my honest , my great service and my remarkable loyalty i've been picked like a needle out of the hay to be one of the closest men to his majesty , and as i came in openly to directly contact him i was widely recognized among both nobles and plebeians which did pay me off good money , with no great deal of charm to the lasses and no family whatsoever i was addicting the sound of the golden pieces , i was flattered by compliments and appeased by the looks of satisfaction on the faces of my clients but nothing is compared , or even comes close to the joy of collecting the golden pieces , and slowly my fortune grew bit by bit and by my exception from the tax collector for being one of the nobles i had enough money to buy the king and his kingdom. Although i have this much money i still keep the same greed , the same looks and the same room upstairs that i have been living in for 7 years now , with the same rusty knob and squealing wooden stairs and doors and not to mention i am still devoted to my work as i always was and always will be.
I closed the door , locked it and began my journey through the bits and pieces of this mysterious hand and the treasure it holds seeking answers , gold and satisfaction in return...
I closed the door , locked it and began my journey through the bits and pieces of this mysterious hand and the treasure it holds seeking answers , gold and satisfaction in return...
