The secret of heritage

Part 4

Even without going to bed, I was already waiting for that deep night to find that secret room.

My heart was pounding in my chest because I knew something incredible was waiting for me.

Stepping into the hallway on the third floor, I slowly and quietly, like a shadow, descended into the basement, where the kitchen was located.

The basement always seemed a little scary to me, especially at night.

When I reached the kitchen door, I noticed that light was barely seeping through the crack between the floor and the old oak doors. This seemed strange to me.

I continued down the hallway and saw a small stone room at the end. It looked old and mysterious, like from another world. There, I noticed shelves with ancient books, boxes, and mysterious objects. All this looked incredible and a bit frightening.

In the very center of the room stood a large wooden table.

On it lay a diary, adorned with leather. It looked very old, as if it held many secrets.

I opened the diary and began flipping through the pages, coming across entries by my aunt. One entry caught my attention: "Today we were accepted into the order. Now we are part of a secret community that protects the estate."

I stopped and reread the line several times. "A secret community? Guardians of the estate?" I thought in surprise. Is this a joke? Was my aunt a member of some order? It sounded so absurd that I couldn't help but laugh.

– Guardians of the estate? Seriously? – I said to myself, laughing.

– Maybe it's some kind of joke or mistake. Guardians in our castle?

This is too much.

However, part of me felt that it was not just a fiction. For some reason, the diary seemed very serious and truthful.

– Okay, let's assume it's true. What does it mean? Why was my aunt in this order? And what exactly were they protecting? – I wondered, trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

With each passing minute, this mysterious world became more real and fascinating to me. And although I still couldn't believe in the guardians, something told me that there were still many discoveries ahead.

Suddenly, the text on the page began to disappear, as if it had never been there. I started flipping through other pages, but the text was just vanishing before my eyes.

– What's going on? – I said, looking at the empty pages.

I decided to leave the diary in place, feeling that I was not yet ready for such revelations. As I walked to my room, the amulet on my neck began to glow, illuminating the way.

– What does this all mean? – I thought.

As I was returning to my room, I suddenly heard Amelia and Marcus arguing. Approaching the door, I began eavesdropping on their conversation.

Amelia was speaking:

– We can't continue following the plan as Jason said; it's too dangerous for Evelyn.

– I agree, – Marcus replied and continued:

– She shouldn't be involved in this. We must find another way.

– But what will we tell Jason? He won't accept our refusal so easily, – said Amelia.

I heard that her voice was trembling with anxiety.

– I don't know... – I don't know, Amelia!

Marcus sighed and continued:

– But we can't let Evelyn get hurt. She doesn't even suspect what's happening.

– We should have been more honest with her from the beginning.

She wanted to say it quietly, but it turned out otherwise.

– She deserves to know the truth.

– You're right, – Marcus agreed.

– But now we must think about her safety. Maybe we should find a way to contact Jason and persuade him to change the plan.

– Do you think he'll agree? – Amelia asked. – Jason has always been stubborn.

– We have to try, – Marcus said firmly. – There's no other way. Evelyn can't become a victim of our mistakes.

My heart started beating faster. They didn't want to expose me to danger? What plan are they talking about? And who is this Jason? These questions swirled in my head, and I realized that the situation was much more serious than I could have imagined.

I decided that I needed to learn more about this plan and what role I played in it. Quietly stepping back from the door, I headed to my room, trying to piece together all the pieces of the puzzle.