Uncharted||His Treasure [Book 1]

Chapter 19 - The Beginning

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Flashback

The streets were a dangerous place for a thirteen year old girl to wander.

For as long as she could remember, history was her main interest. The young girl loved finding out stories about lost cities and fallen kings.

Her parents read to her, every night without fail. Stories of lost legends and famous adventurers.

The young girl's mother was an architect. Digging up the forgotten pieces of history, where time had faded them to almost nothing. The mother had (colour) skin with (E/C) eyes that shone whenever she told a story.

Her mother was nurturing and caring, like all mothers should be. The only problem was she stayed away from home a lot. Being an architect, meant she had to stay at the place of work. The young daughter had gained her sarcastic wit and hot-headedness. 

The father, on the other hand, was a sailor. He travelled the world, an adventurous and free spirit that knew more waited out in the world. He was soft-spoken and had a kind heart, confident in what he does.

Her father was tall and strong like an ox, his (H/C) shortened to fit under his cap and the young girl was a pure mix of them both.

She had the (H/C) of her (mother/father) and the eyes of her (mother/father). With the adventurous spirit from both, and the freedom and holding the sarcasm and the confidence, standing strong for what she believed in.

(Y/N) (L/N) was only thirteen when it happened. When her whole world unravelled by the pull of a thread. How in the morning she had everything, but by night, there was nothing.

The (L/N)'s were under threat by a rival businessman, who wanted the Delhi Purple Sapphire, a jewel stolen from Temple of Indra in 1857 and believed to be cursed.

In the early hours of the morning, (Y/N)'s father had left on a trip out to sea. The night before, her mother had returned with the sapphire and the thirteen year old wasn't optimistic, hearing all about the superstitions.

"Isn't it cursed?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

A few days past, and her father's ship returned. The young girl waited patiently at the docks, watching as every sailor left to find their families. 

Everyone apart from her father. (Y/N) waited for hours, but there was no sign and the ship sailed once again.

Her father never returned home.

"It's the sapphire, mother! Why can't you see?"

That same day, her mother was out, leaving (Y/N) alone. It wasn't until she heard the news that (Y/N) found out about a murder. The familiar name flashing on the screen.

Both parents were gone.

So, (Y/N) ran. She took the sapphire and ran until she couldn't run no more. Dropping the sapphire down the drain before curling up on a doorstep.

That was the night where (Y/N) (L/N) believed in cursed history.

A few months had past and the thirteen year old had become faster, smarter; stealing food when she could, learning the different languages as she interacted. She moved along streets, adapting to her new life.

Albeit to her, (Y/N) was under watch.

A man with a comb moustache and brown hair, who wore Hawaiian shirts and smoked cigars. He had watched the young girl pickpocket from rich people as if it was a job.

And needless to say, he was intrigued how a kid could've picked it up.

(Y/N) hadn't eaten since the morning before. Risking it, she takes the loaf of bread on the stand and hides it in her pocket. A shimmering glow of a pocket watch catches her eye and she can't resist.

Moving closer, her fingers tighten around the gold chain, but she is too slow and the rich man grabs her wrist.

"A girl thief out on the streets. That's a new one." The man sneers. His grip was tight and (Y/N) struggles, leaning back to get away from the stench of alcohol on his breath. "Let go of me!"

"Hey! The girl's with me!" There's a shout down the street and she stops trying, looking for the source.

The man who had been watching her makes his way towards them. The rich snob drops (Y/N) at the approach of the guy, who had a cigar hanging loose in his mouth.

"I'll be taking my daughter now. Thanks for finding her. Kid had me lookin' all over the place." The voice was gruff, but soothing and for some strange reason, (Y/N) wasn't afraid.

"Make sure she stays out of trouble." The snob replies, looking down at the two.

"Gotcha." The man with the cigar takes (Y/N) by the arm and leads her into a café.

"Who are you?" The girl questions as he sits them down at a table. She perches slightly on the chair, in anticipation of what might happen, ready to make a break for it.

"I'm Victor Sullivan. People call me Sully. It's dangerous for you to be out on the streets, kid." He warns, ordering the teenager food and water as she stares at him.

"What's your name?" He asks her and she stays silent. "Look, I'm not kidnapping you and I can gladly take you home."

"I don't have a home."

Sully raises his eyebrows as the food is placed in front of her. (Y/N) hesitates but then her hunger takes the better of her and she is eager to eat.

"So, that's why you pickpocket then." He states and she nods, gulping down the drink and making short work of the food. Sully watches her finish, lighting up another cigar and flicking his last one away.

"Are you going to tell me your name now?"

"How can I trust you?"

"Because if I wanted to hurt you, it'd be done by now. And anyway, I'm not that type of guy and I bought you food." Sully answers with a small smile.

There's a pause as (Y/N) contemplates, figuring that what he said was true. Something inside of her makes her trust the guy and she decides to take a leap.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

"Well, (Y/N). I see great things in our future. Shiny, expensive things." Sully tells her, leaning back in his chair.

And for the first time in months, (Y/N) smiles.