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Prologue

'This is absurd' I said as I was lost in my laptop's desktop. The image was a constant reminder of what I'd lost. The two Egyptian goddesses were surrounded by the hamsin, the desert's mystic wind. Every time the hamsin dances over the great dunes of sand they bury or unravel ancient treasures, changing the geography again. Or so I've read. And that's my point, I lost the chance to be doing what I've always wanted: Study Archeology.

You may wonder why, parents, that's what happened to me. They said I didn't deserve to study what I wanted, I had to work first. They did everything in their power to keep me off college and now, two years later I had just two damn classes approved of what should be 10, two semesters absent. Dear God. I don't think I'll get a scholarship ever with that record.

Anyway, now I'm not at home. My father's father died, a month or so ago, since then I've been living with grandma on the countryside. Just during the weekdays, though. On weekends I can go back to town and be with my friends, some of them come here. It's nice, really, I can't complain though it gets lonely sometimes. I wish I had someone to talk to at least once in a while. Someone younger than 40 at least. My Uncle Tom and my dad come everyday almost, they had their mechanical workshop here. But still I feel lonely it's not the place, it's me. I've always felt lonely. I've always longed for someone. I guess I'm too romantic.

Crap.

Not that again.

I was lying on the white couch on the dining room we only used in special occasions. It had a windowed corner, and that's were the couch is. I had two windows one behind me and the other to my right. Sometimes instead of playing or writing I lean to the right and watch the cars passing by on the route. Or I rest my head on the headboard and watch the green grass and my grandma's garden. The thing is, when I am on the computer I often see a black blur on my peripheral vision.

I don't know what it is. Sometimes I feel that blur or shadow behind me, blocking the sun but when I turn around I see nothing. I can't ignore it either.

Then again the blur.

And again.

But I saw nothing more. I guess I'm a bit paranoiac. Or maybe I'm just mad, crazy, loony... Something tapped the window behind me and I turned around almost instantly but still I couldn't see anything.

The sun shined brightly and there was a nice breeze, so I decided to go and sit outside for a change. Maybe I could see the blur, it hadn't happen before but a man can only hope, right?

As I walked to the chair I passed by the dining room's window. The same window I heard something tapped it. I notice a pice of paper which I took with little hesitation.

"Leave the kitchen door opened tonight" It read in a intricate handwriting that remind me of my own. Odd, how on earth would someone know I'd speak English? Oh, I forgot. You see, I live in a little country on South America, our national language is Spanish. I felt a sudden burst of wind behind me and I turned around. Sadly I saw nothing.

'Who ever you are, please stop. It's getting on my nerves.' I said and tried hard not to think on what would happen tonight.

As the sun went down I stared at the window, until my grandma told me to shut the curtains down. I changed into my pink and black pajamas. So much for Goth pride. Seriously...it says "Hi, Loser!" and it has easter bunnies, hearts and easter eggs...what's more gothic than that? Plus it's comfortable and warm. I locked all doors so my grandma had nothing to worry about but as soon as she took her sleeping pill I unlocked the kitchen door.

I thought I could go out, see the starry night sky, feel the breeze. Then I remembered the note, and thought it would be best if I stayed inside, just this once. I turned on the TV and sat on the couch, waiting.

After some hours I was fighting to stay awake when two soft taps in the kitchen door made me jump. I ran towards it and froze as I looked out the door's window. A pale figure dressed in a black hoodie was waiting for me to open the door.

'May I come in?' The man said.

'Of course you may' I answered with a little hesitation

'Thank you' He said as he stepped inside, his voice was velvet to my ears and his demeanor polished.

'Anytime, as long as you stop the blurry thing.' I said while following him to the living room.

'Blurry thing?' He seemed perplexed at my denomination.

'Yes, you are the black blur I see through the windows. The sudden breeze that comes form nowhere.' I accused boldly.

'You, young lady, know nothing.' He said sighing.

'Then explain it to me.' I blurted out, I wish I could say I didn't intend to...but honestly I wanted to know.

'Do you know your great great grandfather's origins?' He asked me serious. The hood that was covering his head fell off his face exposing his short spiky copper hair. It was nice on him, it made him look younger. His features were strong, angular, very attractive and his eyes were deep olive green. Gentle gaze.

'My grandma's grandfather?' I asked and he nodded slightly. 'Well, she told me he had a real state, pretty big, he was foreigner. French something...Basque, I think. Yeah, French-Basque... he had lots of children and two wives, though my grandma told me she never heard a word from his first marriage's children. One of his daughters became later my grandma's mom.' I finished quietly.

'The beginning of the story is far from true. Your great great grandfather's name was August, he came from a place called Morganville, Texas. He was one of the Founder's (and he said it with capital F) keeper. He had a house, but after his family died in an accident he moved. The Founder, let him if he promised, in case he had descendants again, some day his bloodline would come back home. He did but no one has ever went back.'

I listened interested but something wasn't making any sense. Why was so important that his bloodline went back? And what had it all have to do with me? He must had seen my incredulous face.

'Morganville isn't like any other city or town. It's unique in the world, no one goes in or out if the Founder doesn't approve. There's been some disasters there lately, and your family has been summoned to their duty. I've been watching you, and your family for some time. Waiting to make the Founder's wishes. I'm certain you are eager to start your life anew. Far from everyone. The Founder's giving you an opportunity to do that, and to learn. I can't say anything more until you accept this offering. Be warned child, this choice is a great privilege.'

It sounded appealing, really. As all my prayers had been answered. It was too perfect there must be some drawback. Some catch I haven't seen yet.

'Who knows this?' I put on my best poker face.

'Your previous generations. From yours only you.'

'Can I talk it over to them?'

'Wouldn't recommend it. Every time someone of your line is mature enough, I step up and pass on a simple offering. The possibility to go back to Morganville. There's a "family counsel" and that person says no. Every single time.'

I tilted my head to the right. 'But this time is different. Isn't it? You, or the Founder, needs me there. Don't you?' I asked filling in the blanks.

'I'd rather you be more polite and humble, child' He snarled and I could see a flash of fangs. I sat straight up.

'My apologies.' I said now more business like. 'But please understand. This is unnatural to me, without the big mystery. Add to the mix some, secret I cannot know until I accept. The fact that you are pale, cold, creepy, no offense.' I said.

'None taken' He replied.

'As I said, unless you are some kind of vampire...' something flashed in his eyes and I let myself drop in the couch.

'You are one, you actually are one' I smiled to myself.

'Is that a problem?' He said serious.

'Not at all. When are we leaving?' I asked.

'Next week, be ready.' He got up quickly so did I

'I don't know your name' He looked surprised at my words.

'You don't need to.'

'I want to but I guess it will be 'Sir' from now on' I shrugged and swear I saw a slightly smile coming to his lips, but before it completed he left in black blur.