The Key To My Heart

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Chapter 1



The sky above me is sparkling as the birds make their way through the summer winds into the muffled clouds. The crispy gold, tarnished leaves beneath me crunch as I take each step towards the ‘golden tree’. That’s what everyone calls it here. People say that the tree has been blessed upon with holy-powers by God. Hundreds of people travel from far-flung places to come pray, to the tree to help them with their problems. They say that if you honestly pray to the tree, it will grant any of your longings or elucidate any of your complications.
My thoughts are interjected as my eyes spot a grave near the golden tree. A grave? That’s strange. I bend down and I brush my hand on the tombstone. The grave is neatly laid underneath the immense green trees, its leaves, gently swaying as the wind crashes on to my face, but there is this eerie feeling that happens to make me quiver and a fine chill travels down my spine. ‘Linda Maclenay. 1980-2001, is spelled neatly onto the tombstone. She died when she was 21.
‘It’s a long story young man.’ I turn around and find an old man walking towards me. He comes up to the grave and sits down beside me. ‘But, it’s worth it.’
I don’t know why but I just feel like this isn’t any ordinary story.
‘Yes, you are right, this isn’t any ordinary story’                                               
‘Was I too loud?’
‘Hahahah, yes you were young man but everyone who comes up to this grave doesn’t feel the same way or thinks the same way.’
 I glance at my watch and I think I need to hear this.
‘Sir if you don’t mind, can I hear the story? I know that it’s…’
‘No worries my child, I think you really need to hear this’
I nod my head and cross my arms on my chest.

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