Ultimus Thesaurus: The last Treasure (Era of Change Book 1) Read Free Page B

aside, since I started to think of ways to use them, of which most seemed wrong and gruesome at first, but with every word my father uttered, changed to such a reasonable state, that I couldn’t trust myself anymore.
    “I do not expect that you understand me. It is clear to me, that if one searches for the treasures of this world and writes the stories of his life, he won’t ever be someone you could respect. But in the end it makes no difference. No one who has seen me ever thought of me as the person you want, and as long as I cannot live the way I want, I will be afraid of the world. Your plans stir my anger and let this fear grow. I accepted the fact that perhaps I will never find happiness, but no matter what you try to make of me, I will always remain your son.”
    “Don’t be too sure of that. The technology is advancing rapidly,” he replied and continued to eat.
    With a slight cough I dappled my mouth with the napkin and stood up.
    “Please excuse me, father. Tomorrow is an important day for me and therefore I will take my leave now.”
    With a smile he took a sip from his glass and said: “Sleep tight, perhaps after all this sleep, a son I can be proud of, will finally awake.”
    And so I removed myself from the dinner table and walked through the lonely hallways of this palace along the dark corridors down to the empty rooms, up to my room and lay on my bed and whispered: “If this man ever awakes, I will kill him myself.”

Chapter 3: Until Death do Us Part

    I woke up from a dream that I couldn’t remember, but the fear that I felt reminded me, that it was a nightmare. I checked my breathing, grabbed my glasses and rubbed my hand through my face, before I stood up. The sun could already be seen on the horizon and I realized that this would be the day on which my future was to be set in motion. Of course I wasn’t keeping all options in mind. In a certain way it was ironic, that even if I thought about all these different possibilities every time, I never thought of what really was about to happen. I rummaged my room for some blank paper sheets and an old quill which I deposited here, knowing that my father would take away my book. It was to be a letter to Lucia that I could either give to here now or wait and send it with the mail, depending on what would happen on this day.

Dear Lucia,

    For many years I have asked myself whether I really deserve to have such a friend. Again and again you stood by my side, no matter how times have treated you. You saw my anxiety and instead of pitying me, you tried to understand my problems. It was your strength that bolstered me and I hope that I will eventually be able to return what you gave me. No matter what the world will do to you, never change.

    Eternally yours

    Iago

I folded the letter and put it in the envelope. A short time later the door opened and Edgar intended to wake me up.
    “Good morning, young sir. The breakfast is served in a few minutes. The master excuses himself and he asks for your presence at twelve o'clock. I should also convey to you that a further attempt to disappoint him will not so easily be forgiven.”
    For a good start into the day I needed nothing more than a rich breakfast and the warm words of this loving family. 
    How could a person be happy to leave this place? So I took the letter and skipped the breakfast, as it would only steal precious time. The souvenir shop was not very far away and was located at the harbour. There were not many seafarers in Amnia, but Lucia never wanted to sell anything anyway. She always said that the things her father sent meant to much to her to give them away. The shop was actually much more some kind of oversized occult shrine. Even though not much thought was given regarding the hidden aspect of it.
    “Good morning! Buy something! The Lugh Curiositorium has what you are looking for!” she cried at me when I walked into the store.
    “It’s just me. Did you ever have a customer at such a