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Auction day.

It takes place in downtown Kingsland, Georgia. The sun is beating down on us, but the mid-Fall breeze makes up for the heat. There's a massive tent in the parking lot behind the park and there are cars lined up so far, I'm not sure I could even see them all. There are tables in the front, showing some of the items that will be auctioned today. I search for the ring, but can't find it. Jonah and I are the first ones to take our seats. As I look around, I see that the people here are not our age. The majority of the people here are in their mid-forties. There are only a small handful of people that look like they're in their late twenties. We sit there, in our seats, for half an hour or so, until a short man with short, almost balding hair comes up with a microphone. He picks up a handgun.

"This, ladies and gentleman, is a Colt M1911. This Colt M1911 entered US Army in 1911 and would be fielded as the standard-issue sidearm for both the United States Army and Navy from 1911 to 1922. Now, let's get to bidding," he explained. And when he set the first bid, hands flew in the air, and at the end of that, the Colt M1911 went to a forty-something year old woman who had a scar going doing her cheek. Jonah was impatient, I could tell because of his repeated foot-tapping and knuckle-cracking. I gently put a hand on his knee and he looked at me. He's worried about something, I know it. I could see it in his eyes. I gave him a questioning look.

"I'll tell you later," he whispered, barely audible.

The balding man went on with his auction, and as the items were being sold, I was afraid that we've come to the wrong place to find Calypso's second ring. I knew Jonah could see that I was worried, and he took my hand in his soft, cold ones and gave a nice pat. He didn't let go, though.

"Last but not least!" the balding man exclaimed into the microphone. "We have an antique ring that one of our donors have had for quite a while now. Legend says that this ring has magical powers!" He chuckled, eyeing the ring in his palm. "That's something to tell your grand kids, huh?" But he went on with the bidding. "Fifty dollars for the antique ring!"

Jonah raised his hand.

"Seventy-five dollars!"

Another man raised his hand. It went on, until the bid reached five-hundred and twenty dollars. Some hands went down, but that man still raised his hand for that ring, and so did Jonah. I could see the beads of sweat building up on Jonah's forehead. As he raised his hand, he said, "I bid eight-hundred dollars!" The crowd was oohing, knowing that the other man was going to lose. I looked back at the man and he shook his head, giving up.

"This ring goes to the young man with the white beanie for eight-hundred dollars!"

The balding man said a small speech, thanking us for coming out this evening and for helping them raise money for a museum they're planning on opening in Florida. Blah-blah-blah. People got up to leave or to claim what was sold to them. Jonah and I were in the back of the line. It didn't take long, but I was wondering why Jonah didn't want to be the first in line. Then, people started leaving. The tent was almost empty. And the next thing I know, Jonah was next in line.

"Ah, yes," the middle-aged man behind the table said. "You're the young man who won the antique ring, am I right?"

"Yes," Jonah said. "I am. But - - I want to show you something." The man looked into Jonah's eyes and his eyes went glassy, as if he was in another world. "I am going to walk out with that ring, and you're going to pay eight-hundred dollars for it. If anyone asks, I'm your nephew. Now, hand me the ring." The man slowly handed over the ring, and Jonah clutched it in his hand. "Thank you, and have a nice day." Jonah blinked, turned around and we headed towards Everett.

"You hypnotized that man," I started. "W-why?"

"I didn't have enough money. And, Elora, that's a shortcut in life. Everything that I can do is a shortcut."

"But you made that man pay eight-hundred dolla-"

"He owns a yacht, he lives in a huge house with his family. I read his mind and got into his 'memory box'. Believe me, he has plenty of money. Eight-hundred dollars will be like throwing away a ten-dollar bill for him."

I looked down at Jonah's hand and saw that he was still holding Calypso's second ring. I carefully took it from him and hung it on my necklace. After I had clipped the necklace around my neck, I slipped the ring part underneath my shirt, feeling the cool gold touching my chest. "We have it," I said. "We have the rings! Now we can go and get my parents!"

"Uh . . . there's just one problem," Jonah added. "We still don't know where Solomon's lair is."

This part is 3rd person POV

It was the middle of the night, and Jonah said he was going to buy some things from Walmart, that he'll be right back. Jonah went to a liquor store and bought beer and wine, and headed back into Everett. He wasn't going back to the motel, though. He parked near where the auction took place and got out of his car with a pack of beer. Jonah said under a tree, and noticed that the sun was close to setting in about an hour or so. Until then, he drank. He drank until his liver couldn't take it any longer. And when that happened, he drank some more. Jonah was completely wasted. He tried standing up, but quickly fell onto his rear end. He laughed at himself and gripped at the tree, trying to stand up again.

"Hey!" a woman's voice exclaimed. Jonah felt a hand grip his arm and when he looked up, it was a blonde woman, who's golden locks trailed a bit over her chest. "Are you okay?" She looked at the beer bottles everywhere. "Sweet Jesus, you're drunk."

"Celebrating," Jonah said, his eyelids getting heavy. "I think I'm gonna go home now."

"You're kidding me right? You're not driving."

"Let go of me, woman! I can drive if I want to." He tried pulling away, but he was seeing more than one of her. "Whoa! When did you multiply? This isn't math class."

"Yep, you're drunk. Very drunk."

She helped him up and walked him to her car. He sat in the passenger's seat while she sat in the driver's seat, starting the car. "I'm going to take you to my place so you can rest, and when you're sober enough, I'll take you back here. Okay?"

"Mm-kay."

In no time, they were at her house, and Jonah had collapsed on her bed. She was going into the kitchen to get him some water, and she started a conversation with him so he wouldn't collapse from all that alcohol. She found it cute, the way Jonah took off his jacket and then laid down on his back. She thought he was sleeping, but he was actually trying not to vomit. Then she tried to take off his shoes for him. Unexpectedly, Jonah grabbed her and threw her on her bed, getting on top of her. For a second, he thought she was Elora, but with blonde hair. Confusion flooded him and he was stuck in that position, trying to think. But the alcohol in his system wouldn't let him.

"This is a little sudden, don't you think?" the blonde woman said. She tried pushing him off, but wouldn't get herself to. Lust took over her and she kissed Jonah. When she kissed him, he thought of Elora, and that's who he thought he was kissing. Elora. The woman removed his clothes, and he did the same to her. Their clothes were flung around the room in random places and Jonah took off his ring, putting it on her bedside table. When he faced her, she kissed him again and he got on top of her, feeling her . . . cold, but soft body as they were driven with lust.

If this chapter made you readers mad, I'm sorry ): I really needed a twist.

& I didn't want to put any detail in the last paragraph because it is rated T and I don't want to ruin that.

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