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The Mystery of the Necklace

Sitting on the beach, As dusk falls upon the end of shore, I look at the lighthouse, As I see a faint figure, Looking beyond the sea. She holds her chest, As if she is holding a necklace. She waits for her love who is at sea. I believe that she looks so lost and, Lonely then she disappears, Without a single breathe. A ghost. A story. A mystery. I'm intrigued. Getting darker as I look once more, I sense a dark eery feeling. Something happened in this lighthouse, She is a troubled soul. I feel a presence of darkness. Tossing and turning, Dreams of a woman who cries and, Then a dark figure enters her room... My alarm rings, I awake. I light my candles and prepare a, Blessing ceremony. I have learned in the past when the, Forces enter into your dreams they are evil. You must protect yourself, But I will find the truth. Hot tea then research. I turn then I see her. She is so beautiful, but no necklace. You see me. Yes I do, I notice immediately my mother's eyes. Her name is Lauren. Her husband is Cam. A man came he wanted the Gold. She told him she didn't know of any Gold. He pushed her from the beacon. She fell into the cliffs. Cam never returned. I knew you were coming you have the eye, All the women in my family do. I already knew in my heart, grandmother. Mama has your eyes. I'll find out what happened. I look for court documents. The Captain wasn't on the ship, they found the necklace and scratches on his face, His skin was under her fingernails. Grandmother, I know the truth. There is Gold. There is a secret entrance in your bedroom, In the fireplace it opens to a stairwell, That leads to the basement. Take your Mother and Aunts with you. My eyes tear up as I see my Grandfather, Appear to come to take my Grandmother home. You were waiting until we found the Gold, they come to hug me and they place their hands over, My heart saying We will always be with you. Take the money you know what you have to do. My Grandparents disappear into the night. The basement was like a museum, There were trunks of gold Spanish Medallions, Another trunk of necklaces, jewelry and bags of gems. There was a table in the middle of the room, a larger than life Bible dating back to the 1500's, of the genealogy of our family, a family of witches, oracles and even wizards. Our family legacy. But the most prized possession of all, is a scroll of our 15th grandfather, Merlin, the king of all wizards. A letter to us that he and Zeus had prophesized, This many centuries ago. There standing next to the table is a painting, Knights of the round table with my grandmother, At the head of the table in the Armor that was, What all Knights wore, also she was the Queen of England. Next to her stood Her son next in line for the crown, His name was King Arthur, with his, Valiant servant Excalibar. It was known later that The Queen's name was Lauren, Also it was rumored that Lauren and her children were direct, Descendants of Zeus. Athena and Aphrodite are the parents of Lauren. Lauren being strong willed, a God and a Valkyrie, Fell in love with an outsider, her name being Cam, Later known to be the Queen of all witches. As I read the letter a bright light appears in the room, Standing in front of me is Athena and Aphrodite. I run into their arms hugging them. With tears in my eyes I introduce them to, My wife Cassandra. A family reunion like no other. Zeus informed me that I am very powerful and, My family needs me in Olympus. Cassandra smiles and that's the only answer I need. Yes, Cassandra you are a God, You've always been a God. You and Cassandra were destined; To be together, in fact you've had 5 past lives. You have always been together. You are immortal. Your Love is forever. Your invitation to Olympus is for everyone, But none of you are God's but we will protect you. My mother asks Zeus so I gave birth to her, But she's your blood. She is because she was born in 12 BC, She was reborn and traveled back to Earth, To find Cam, her true love. According to the prophesy their time, On earth is over and they must come home. So this is the story of a mixture, of the dreams I've had. Yes I have dreamed Every single one of their past lives. I hope you Liked my story.

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