A kind of magic
THE ATTIC
Caesar hadn't been in the attic for at least a year but he couldn't leave that place to rotten, so he decided that it was time to do something about it.
He wasn't enthusiastic about it – he hated that place – but somebody had to do it, so he only had to resign himself as he gathered all he needed.
Once he arrived there, he started to cough; there was too much dust there, and the air was bad! That place had been closed for too long.
Fortunately there was a small window and Caesar hurried to open it.
Ah, much better.
Now there was only one thing to do: rolling up his sleeves and starting to clean up.
He found so many things.
There were a lot of his old toys – there were even some of his siblings' too – and also a couple of photo albums.
The more objects he stumbled upon, the more he thought about his childhood, when the house was still a warm and lively place, when he wasn't the only one who inhabited it.
He had forgotten about them, the good ol' times when everything was great and nobody was still aware of the difficulties of life.
So many memories…
Wait, there was something there, over that box… what was that?
Caesar decided to inspect it and, careful to not hit anything, he reached the place where the box was.
The mysterious object was a lamp. That was weird: he didn't remember it at all.
It had to be his family's, unless it had been stolen, but that was something Caesar would have remembered, if that was really the case.
Maybe it was his grandpa's…
He had travelled across the world, so maybe that lamp was a souvenir of some sort.
It was all dusty so Caesar decided to clean that up too.
When he finished rubbing it, it looked much better; its colour was similar to gold and Caesar wondered if it was just a covering or if it was actually made of gold. It was unlikely that somebody would have sold something like that, an actual golden lamp, to him – if it had been actually his – so Caesar opted for the first option.
He was about to go downstairs and to call someone, to see if they remembered the lamp, when he noticed some sort of gas was coming out of it.
He let out a surprised scream as he let the object go, taking some steps away from it.
The lamp felt on the ground with a loud clank that echoed across the room. Then, it started to vibrate.
Caesar's first instinct was to run, but he couldn't bring himself to move; his eyes were fixed on the lamp.
Thinking about it later, if that was a horror movie, he would have been dead.
Suddenly all Caesar could see were sparkles, so he instinctively covered his eyes with his arm, not wanting to hurt his face.
When he looked again there was somebody in front of him; he looked corporeal, but that couldn't be.
- I'm finally free! -, the person, thing, whatever yelled with such force that Caesar had to cover his hears.
What the hell was going on?