Only the Truth
Author's Note: I'm really glad everyone likes this story! Trust me, it's just as much fun to write as it is to read. And I'm not just talking about fan fiction, even Journals. I suggest everyone should make a journal at www.LiveJournal.com. Oh and by the way, Melquiades is pronounced: Mel-key-ah-dez. It's Spanish. I got it from the story "One hundred years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
You followed Melquiades into his humble abode. Although the front hallway was dreary, the rest of the house couldn't be bursting with more color. The walls were every color on the rainbow. Red here, blue there...there were colors you couldn't describe! He didn't look at all the type. He was not dressed in his Sunday best, in cotton pants and an old looking black velvet vest. But you didn't mind at all. His home was filled with amazing things! There were lanterns, vases, pots, silks, and beautiful mahogany furniture. He offered you a seat in a huge pillow on the floor. It was very comfortable to sit on, but one wrong move and you'd fall off onto the floor.
"What type of tea would you like?" he asked. You must have looked confused. All your days you only knew one type of tea, earl grey. He sighted your confusion.
"I have green tea, chamomile..." he continued on and on. You didn't know what to say.
"Earl grey would be fine, if you have that" you said at last. He nodded and started up an ancient looking kettle. Finally he sat down in a pouf pillow across from you.
"So I'm guessing you want to know how you can get rid of this curse, right?" he said. Finally! The words you wanted to hear from him.
"Yes, very much so" you said.
"Well, I had once heard of this curse before. If I'm not mistaken, there was a book involved yes?" you nodded.
"Do you know where it is?" he said. You shook your head.
"You must track it down. Once you have the book you need to follow the directions on how to get rid of the curse."
"But I can't read it!" you exclaimed.
"It's ok, once you have the curse you can read the text and understand it. After you've followed the removal directions, you are free of the curse until you re read the incantation." Well, after you have the book it will be simple! But how in God's name will you get the book? It'll be impossible! You don't even know if it still exists! You explained this dilemma to Melquiades.
"Is there no other way?" you asked, hoping and praying there was another way.
"Not that I know of" he said. You sighed with grief and sadness to yourself. You had no idea what to do. How were you going to set about this task?
After tea and small talk with Melquiades you had no idea what you could do about the curse. You decided to leave. He asked you if you'd like to stay the night, and you really wanted to, but the curse kicked in and you had to say "no". How he knew that you and Andrew had had a fight, you had no idea. Luckily Melquiades had a smart eye and dragged you back into the house and gave you a proper meal and a room of your own. For that you were eternally grateful.
That night you tossed and turned. You couldn't decide the best way to go onto your little task. How on earth would you get that bloody book back? Finally you fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Only to be awoken by...
Thanks for the reviews everyone! I hope this chapter was decent.
Author's Note: I'm really glad everyone likes this story! Trust me, it's just as much fun to write as it is to read. And I'm not just talking about fan fiction, even Journals. I suggest everyone should make a journal at www.LiveJournal.com. Oh and by the way, Melquiades is pronounced: Mel-key-ah-dez. It's Spanish. I got it from the story "One hundred years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
You followed Melquiades into his humble abode. Although the front hallway was dreary, the rest of the house couldn't be bursting with more color. The walls were every color on the rainbow. Red here, blue there...there were colors you couldn't describe! He didn't look at all the type. He was not dressed in his Sunday best, in cotton pants and an old looking black velvet vest. But you didn't mind at all. His home was filled with amazing things! There were lanterns, vases, pots, silks, and beautiful mahogany furniture. He offered you a seat in a huge pillow on the floor. It was very comfortable to sit on, but one wrong move and you'd fall off onto the floor.
"What type of tea would you like?" he asked. You must have looked confused. All your days you only knew one type of tea, earl grey. He sighted your confusion.
"I have green tea, chamomile..." he continued on and on. You didn't know what to say.
"Earl grey would be fine, if you have that" you said at last. He nodded and started up an ancient looking kettle. Finally he sat down in a pouf pillow across from you.
"So I'm guessing you want to know how you can get rid of this curse, right?" he said. Finally! The words you wanted to hear from him.
"Yes, very much so" you said.
"Well, I had once heard of this curse before. If I'm not mistaken, there was a book involved yes?" you nodded.
"Do you know where it is?" he said. You shook your head.
"You must track it down. Once you have the book you need to follow the directions on how to get rid of the curse."
"But I can't read it!" you exclaimed.
"It's ok, once you have the curse you can read the text and understand it. After you've followed the removal directions, you are free of the curse until you re read the incantation." Well, after you have the book it will be simple! But how in God's name will you get the book? It'll be impossible! You don't even know if it still exists! You explained this dilemma to Melquiades.
"Is there no other way?" you asked, hoping and praying there was another way.
"Not that I know of" he said. You sighed with grief and sadness to yourself. You had no idea what to do. How were you going to set about this task?
After tea and small talk with Melquiades you had no idea what you could do about the curse. You decided to leave. He asked you if you'd like to stay the night, and you really wanted to, but the curse kicked in and you had to say "no". How he knew that you and Andrew had had a fight, you had no idea. Luckily Melquiades had a smart eye and dragged you back into the house and gave you a proper meal and a room of your own. For that you were eternally grateful.
That night you tossed and turned. You couldn't decide the best way to go onto your little task. How on earth would you get that bloody book back? Finally you fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Only to be awoken by...
Thanks for the reviews everyone! I hope this chapter was decent.