The Curse of Will Blythe

Chapter 5: The Truth Behind the Legend

Four days has passed since Jack Jimmy and Jennifer went over to pay their respects, but Mr. and Mrs. Weston never really showed up even once. The funeral will be held in the following day at 2 pm at the Blythe graveyard located at the left most part of the manor's backyard. 'A collection of gravestones that lie on the grass, all of which were departed Blythes.' Preparations had already been completed. The time to make do withh them was the only factor left.

The following day, visitors of various occupations went to the Blythe Manor all in order to offer their condolences to Emily, other nobles and businessmen who became a colleague to Mr. and Mrs. Blythe sometime in their lives.

The funeral ceremony has been done, everybody was wearing black and the coffins were being buried. Emily stood in front of her parent's final resting places being covered in dirt while Daniel was standing right beside her.

"It has begun then." said Daniel looking down at the graves.

"What has? Daniel tell me." she asked.

"Nothing my lady."

"Don't give me that rubbish!" said Emily raising her tone while holding back a tear.

"Do you really want to know?" he said still having second thoughts.

"Yes I 'need' to know." she answered impatiently.

"Very well, I shall tell you everything I know later at the manor when the funeral is finished when there aren't any visitors left. It seems that I have no choice left anyway." he said, knowing that Emily is the only Blythe left thus his new master.

An hour later after the funeral, the other nobles and businessmen all left and went back to their respected homes and territories. The Weston siblings however still stayed in the manor upon Jennifer's orders, that's odd considering as if they have no schedules of their own, I mean sure Emily's schedules were all suspended due to the following incidents but that doesn't mean their own schedules are suspended, it's not their responsibility to leave their manor and pay that much respect to Emily's loss, well maybe they just wanted a long holiday. Meanwhile, Daniel had proceeded with Emily to the private office in the library since he suggested to use that room instead of the parlor for now. Emily was now calm and speaks to Daniel in the exact same soft cold tone with her usual lifeless expression.

"So what is it you needed to tell me?" she asked calmly.

"I assume you know of the 'Thorneridge legend' correct?"

"Yes, the one where a Blythe lord's soul gets trapped in 1000 coins in a chest right? Why?"

"You see, the legend only mentions 'a Lord Blythe' overwhelmed by the chest in his family's possession and develops an attachment to it unable to let it go."

"Continue." said Emily interested in the matter.

"The truth is, the 'Lord Blythe' mentioned in that legend is none other than your great great grandfather 'Will Blythe' himself."

Emily was intrigued by this discovery and listened to every detail Daniel said.

"In the legend, Lord Blythe develops an insatiable attachment to the chest with 1000 medieval gold coins. At one point, a criminal organization composed of thieves pursued that treasure and stormed this very property 'the Blythe manor,' many in the household died that day and it ended up having Lord Blythe guarding the chest with his body in the parlor room surrounded by the thieves. There was no where to escape, but Lord Blythe valued the chest more than anything else, so he wouldn't give it up no matter what threat the thieves gave him. In the end, they shot him with an old flintlock pistol and it hit him in the chest close to the heart. In that final moment with his last breath, he opened the chest with the key that hung on his neck, looking at it one last time before finally being stabbed in his back with his own rapier 'a family heirloom' which caused him to spill his blood on that chest. Unable to let go of himself from this attachment, his soul was trapped in every single coin. The treasure was stolen, but it mysteriously appeared back in the household in that parlor room. No one knew who got it or how it came back, all they know was that the key was lying right beside the chest on that cupboard table and that the criminal organization who stole it was never heard of again. Lord Blythe's son 'Henry Blythe your great grandfather' survived, so he entrusted the key to his butler then they would pass this tradition again and again to every heir to the Blythe family once they come of age, you my lady are only seventeen years old, your time has not quite not come."