Kansnubra Island: (HARRY POTTER) Inspired

CHAPTER 9

Garley woke up feeling cold the next morning. He put on a coat and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

As usual, his hosts were having breakfast—everyone except Jorge, who was still sleeping.

"Someone got up late, as always," said Aldrich, as he devoured biscuits and toast with a pink paste.

"Oh, I'm sorry," replied Garley, feeling embarrassed and pulling up a chair next to Alix. "How about Jorge, is he up yet?"

"Not yet," answered Aldrich.

"Oh, just to let you know, today we're going to the Carolinda Museum, Garley," said Alix. "We better get ready as soon as we finish breakfast, then we can be on our way."

"Aldrich told me last night. It must be amazing," Garley replied in excitement, before taking a sip of his juice. "But... The museum contains a prophecy in its exhibits, and Johnny just wants to go in there and take it?"

"Actually, the museum is made up of one secret warehouse where they keep rare art pieces and some treasures," said Alix. "But besides that warehouse, there are six others. One of them belongs to my dad."

Garley raised an eyebrow, extremely surprised. If Johnny owned a secret warehouse with museum pieces, he must be one of the wealthiest and most influential men in Carolinda.

"A private warehouse?" Garley asked.

"No. Dad received it as a reward from the governor of Carolinda, due to honor and merit," she said, full of pride as she spoke about her father.

"How banks work here on the island?" asked Garley.

"It's not allowed for the financial institutions in Carolinda to hold any objects. They can only hold money," she explained.

After finishing breakfast, Garley waited in the living room as the others got ready. He observed the flames in the fireplace. He missed his family—his mother, especially. He was saddened by the thought that there was only a slim chance of returning home and seeing them all again.

"Is it just me, or are you feeling a bit down?" asked Alix, sitting beside him. She was wearing a beautiful white dress.

"I'm actually..." He was trying to find a word that could define his feelings.

"Sad?" she asked, giving him a tender look.

"You know, it's hard not to feel this way, when everything is so uncertain – whether or not I'll see my family again, and all that," he replied. "What's worse is that they probably can't even imagine where I am."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you, but everything happens for a reason. Maybe today, we'll know what that reason is."