“What’s this?” I thumbed through the old book I plucked from the attic. First the ancient symbols jumbled on the page, but slowly they began to flow into each other, painting visions that seemed to come to life off the page.

“Whoah” I couldn’t contain my wonder.

“Oh that’s my grandfathers diary. He was some conspiracy theorist I think… None of those are real hieroglyphics or anything. We have no idea what he was writing” Ron chuckled. “You know he actually told me ‘One day this will be in the right hands and they’ll know what to do’ and he winked at me! I mean can you believe him?”

“Haha yeah” I replied. What did this mean?? I didn’t want to seem overeager or anything…. But maybe I had a feeling I was the exact person his grandfather was talking about! But I had to get more details first.

“Hey what do you see here?” I pointed to the page. It was a beautiful scene of a creek meandering through mountains, the sun glistening off the water.

“Um I don’t know. That one kinda looks like an H?” He was pointing at a rock.

“Hey I think something weird might be going on…” I confessed.

“You’re not seeing things are you?”

“Well actually- yes”

“Oh my god. He was right. My mom told me he was crazy but he was right! It was you all along!”