Mason Patacsil

Harold Wellington's Lost Fortune

Prologue: It was a dark night. Two people were running through the forest as fast as they could. One of them was carrying a small black book. Behind them was an armed mob carrying lanterns, pitchforks and even guns. The mob was on hot pursuit but the two were faster and losing them ever so slightly. The two now had a lot of ground on them. They kept running until they came upon a well hidden bunker. “Quick, let's hide it. We’ll come back for it!” The older guy said. “Where?” The younger guy asked. “Where they won’t find it!” The older guy answered back. Then the younger guy climbed into the bunker and after a short while came back up again. ”Come on, they’re catching up!” The older guy said. Then they ran out into the forest. “There they are!!” Someone in the mob yelled. Gun fire rang out. “BANG!....BANG!” Then the two fell down. “Where's da book?” A guy from the mob called out...