Encased was a note, glinting in the light:
The way that lies before you is not a way. The floor isn’t the floor, and the treasure
lies within. Remember this: Yi is in you, but not in your behind. What they so
desperately search is before you, so take the care for the backhanded stab to your heart.
What? This guy who wrote this note sounds like a poet. I tried to analyze the note.
Hmmm… the way isn’t a way… what if there was some sort of disguise of a floor, but
why…unless there was a hole! The treasure lies within: this means that if the floor was a hole,
there must be treasure under it! How ingenious! As for the “backhanded stab”, somebody
must be trying to follow me…
Chapter 5
As you may have guessed, that was Kasiv’s group that was killed by the spear ambush,
leaving only Kasiv alive in his group of ten and he was determined to take revenge by killing
the man and getting the treasure.
Suddenly, he slid down a series of slides that took him to another cave, but this one was
totally different. The walls were man made with metal, and some sort of coldness radiated
through them, making the evil man shiver. But what he saw made him forget all about this.
Inside, was a series of golden pendulums, which were edged with razor blades-the true
treasure was on the other side of them! The man he had been following was already
positioned in the middle.
Kasiv valued the deal options, the internal struggle immense: A) Risk his life by going
through the pendulums to get the treasure. B) Leave now and return to his black market. He
chose A, and knew he would never, ever forgive himself if he quit now.
Whoosh-He was through the first one, laughing! Then, the next pendulum cut off his
hand! Kasiv nearly screamed against the immense pain that bore him. He staggered through
the last steps, and used his one good hand to pull out-an Automatic Gun. “Give up the Jade
Stamp!” he croaked. The world was nothing, the one and only objective was the treasure. But
then, the world spun around and Kasiv Gondolv tumbled straight into a razor sharp blade,
ending his life.
Back to my point of view, after I got through the terrible pendulums, I ran to the top of
the stand and grabbed the glistening objects wrapped with a note. I weighed it in my hands. It
was heavy, like a rock, but then I noticed a tiny spark, running towards a few boxes
of…gunpowder! The Chinese were the first to invent this deadly thing… and I suddenly
heard a croaking voice, with yet another source of gunpowder pointing at me: a gun. “Give
up the jade stamp.” A voice croaked. The fuse reached its end.
Immediately, the world crumbled like a sandcastle in a tsunami wave! The golden stand
shot up, through the tons of rubble, with me hanging on for dear life. Soon, I found myself