THE MIRROR OF SERENITY

BEGINNING.

Beginning

Ancient world is a mystery, which is with stupefying development in architecture, and full of magic that we can't think even now or ever. This story depict such incidence,
In the present,
A library which welled in serenity, an old man working seriously, he seemed to be in a trouble. The table is full of papers, quotes, glasses, hand lens and pens and other mathematical instruments. He pick out his spectacles and kept on the table while stretching the chair to sit on it. Any way his reactions seemed to be he is in a trouble. Someone opened the door slowly without making any noise, a tiny shadow fallen on the books in the rack. It was a small boy came in to the reading hall, it was an indoor library. He came near the table, a walk with slow heavy steps. The old man felt the steps,
Peter?
Sudden the old man called the boy, instant the boy went hidden behind the rack. The old man stand aside from the chair and came to the boy silently and got him. The boy threatened.
Peter, why did you came here? If your father got to know this
He will ask me 'why are you pull my son to your mad explorations?'
But... papa? , you know that I love explorings'. You know that.
I know Peter, but this isn't the right time to tell you for what I explore.
Then please wait out till you strictly be on to explore.
The old man got the boy out opening the door, then peter looked like a hopeless man,
Goodnight, peter.
The man closed the door saying so ....
Goodnight, papa.
Peter said breathily while standing on the stairs. On the late night the old man came out of the library with a torch to the hall of the mansion, among the other portraits he adjust a scenery portrait. Sudden on the wall a part went down appearing a flight of stairs right down the mansion. He moved down along the steps. When he moved down the secret door closed and disappeared the marks on the wall. The man stepped on the ground, sudden the fire lamps lighted. The man smiled proudly thinking the ancient sensor technology.
Then he moved further forward and came near a stone wall and sighed sadly, then he bent down and got a box like canister and opened it, inside of it a brown paper which was fold many times, he unfold it .he read the letter twice and thrice, but his face seemed to be he didn't got anything by reading it many times. He put the letter in to his pant pocket folding it in to many he got the torch keeping the canister on the stone table and came to bed, as fast he fell in sleep. Peter slowly got down from the bed taking a torch, he came out of his room closing the door without making any noise and breathed. He came down along the stairs, and looked the huge clock on the hall, it was four o' clock. He smiled in a style and opened the wooden door of the library and went in to it, looking outside suspiciously he closed the door. Peter sat on the chair and got the papers which no his grandfather worked seriously. He read them many more times adjusting his eyebrows, it seemed that he can't understand anything on the papers. He got a paper which is with dots, seemed hints, but he didn't understand anything under the letter he saw that his papas sign. He kept them aside unequivocally and came outside. He went up though the stairs. When he opened his door his father standing aside of the door with a glass of water. Sleepily he asked from Peter,
Where did you went?
To.......to the toilet, yes to the toilet, he lied
Ok, go to bed, he received him to his bed and went out closing the door.
Soon peter fell on sleep, the sun risen. Peter's father came out of his room adjusting his tie and moved down the steps fast to the kitchen and came with a glass of milk and sat on the white long sofa on the hall and drank the milk and went out with the car key. After an hour Peter came out of the room to the hall and sat near his papa with the glass of milk.
Good morning papa!
Good morning peter!
The old man said while reading the newspaper. Sudden his eyes bugged out. Seeing the news on the paper the treasure
Gem from the five found on the last days.


The old man kept newspaper on the table surprisingly and went in to Peter's room, leaving peter in the hall.
He closed the door quietly and came near cupboard and opened it, he made the clothes to a side, and opened a small door in the cupboard and he got out a file full of papers and came down the stairs.
Papa?
Peter vailed. He was under control of a gang, the pistol was hold right above his head.
Who are you? Leave my grandson, what do you want from me?
Sudden an old man came in to the home holding a pipe of smoke.
We not need anything else than the secrets of the treasure, do you know what the five gems.
Carolus?
I didn't ask my name, my friend give me the file in your hand I can remember it. The man shouted angrily.
First my grandson, then the file.
Peter's grandfather told them. The man smiled,
You still not changed. Leave him.
On his words the man released peter. But his grandfather thrown the file to the fire ditch.
You fool, the man ran and got the file from the fire. The gang escaped with the file, peter looked his grandfather, and he fell off with a bullet in his chest. Peter kneeled on the ground crying sadly. The old man got his hand and gave him a pen and went silent.
Papa? Papa? Don't leave me.
Peter ran out of the house heard of his father's car horn, his father got out of the car and tensioned why he crying. He got his son on his shoulder and asked why?
Father someone had shoot papa, he didn't talk with me, see for him, and he vailed.
What? He reacted uneasily and ran in to the house. Sudden he got his father on to his lap, he isn't breathing. He got the phone and called the ambulance and the police. Peter's grandfather is no more.
According to the written law the murderers got arrested. Many a dawns went fast.