My Adventure With Mitchie

I've always been a man who doesn't take a risk. As a professor, I need to remain clamed and updated to deal with my close-minded students. Being a symbologist is not that cool as some people might think. It takes a lot of years of study and intense sacrifice. They just don't get that fact. They think I am talking baloney on class. They think I made up a lot of things. They just don't respect me at all.

Well… that was I used to think when a new student arrived to my class. That sweet yet strong, perfectly brunette girl has messed up all my life in seconds. The first time I saw her I couldn't concentrate because of her curves, her shiny skin and juicy lips.

"Your name Miss?"

"Michelle Torres, sir. But everyone calls me Mitchie," she answered almost giggling.

"Welcome to American Symbologism 103, Miss Torres," I replied.

I was thrilled that she was the only one who paid attention in my class.

Then, one night, I received the weirdest phone call of my life. A man wanted to meet me in Paris, France. I told him that was not possible at the moment because I did not have any money to travel overseas. He just said he arranged that. He told me I shouldn't worry about money. I still rejected his offer, but he refused my rejection. He asked me to go outside and wait in an empty field near my house. I did it. Later, a private jet landed on the field. I was speechless.

The journey to Paris took almost two hours. When the jet landed, a limousine was waiting for me outside the airport. I didn't know what I was doing. I thought I went so far for dealing with strangers.

"Who I am meeting?" I dared to ask the limousine driver.

"I do not know, Monsieur," told me the guy using English with French accent.

Then we arrived to an empty parking lot. There was another limousine parked at the distance. The limousine I was in approached the other limo and parked. An old, almost prune, guy asked me to get closer. I got closer to his window and then the driver opened the limo passenger door to get me in there.

"Mr. Shane Gray. It's a pleasure having you here," he welcomed me with a light smile.

"I'm here as you asked, sir."

"It was not actually me who wanted you here," he said.

"Then, why am I here? Who asked you to have me here?" I asked really confused yet worried.

"My granddaughter," he simply answered.

"Your granddaughter? Who is you granddaughter? Why she needs me?"

"My granddaughter was kidnapped yesterday. She warned me days ago. She wrote someone wants her to be captive here, in France. She also wrote that this person want her to participate in an ancient ritual. You see, our ancestors belonged to a cursed dynasty in the Medieval Europe. The curse proclaims that the youngest female of our family in 2010, would be sacrificed by a half man half goat to please the Gods and dissolve the curse that a medieval witch put on us. That goatman is a reality and now he kidnapped her to make the sacrifice in a secret place we don't know."

I swallowed really hard. That sounded scary but I did not want to show him.

"I still don't know why I am here. I'm a Symbologist not a policeman who captures mythological creatures," I dared to tell the old man.

"That is the thing. The path to the sacred place is filled with the symbols that came out from our hearts, the ancient witch said. Mr. Gray, we have this feeling we can find her before the sacrifice. I want to get rid of this curse, but I want her to live more. I want to find her alive. She is my only family right now. She wrote on her warning letter that she wants you to find her before he kills her. You are able to solve those symbologist puzzles which leads to the secret place. You are her only salvation," told me the man almost crying.

"Who is your granddaughter?" I asked.

"Andromeda DeOriente but the World knows her as Mitchie Torres," he ended.