Mystery Journey

One day you are sitting at home writing about adventures you will never go on and the next day you are living in one of your adventures. Here I am, face to face with a lion. This lion is beautifully gold with a strong muscled body. He walks stealthily towards me and I back up slowly just a bit without removing my eyes from him. His movements started to increase towards me, and I move back just as fast as he was coming towards me. I started to tumble from the dry loosely white sand and pitch backward falling into a dug hole in the sand.

I felt a stabbing pain in my back. “Ouch!” I cried. I got up to see what I landed on and it was a tiny mermaid made of copper. I pull it but it seems to be attached to something. I start to dig it out and it was a treasure chest. A small wooden chest with a gold lock. I try to open the chest, but it has a lock.

I look up and noticed the lion has been watching me the whole time. His eyes no longer have the blood lust look. He then hops in the hole and my body freezes in fear. He looks at the box and starts beating it up. With the final blow, he stomps it, and the wood chest smashed into pieces. Something black is covered from the smashed wood pieces and sand. The lion grabs it out with his mouth, and it is a notebook.

This black ivory notebook with a thin, softcover and corner edges were handed to me by a lion. I recognize this Moleskin notebook. I opened it and there was something written on the first page. It said, “This black Moleskin notebook was handed down from one writer to another. Each telling its own legendary stories and journeys. Now you are the next successor to this book. Everything that had happen so far is already written in this book. Your story already begun.” What is going on? First, I wake up on this mysterious island, next I am about to be eaten by a lion and now I find this book.

I flip to the next page and it’s already written. It is about me! How can this be? I just found it in an old chest. Still no clue how I got here just everything from when I woke up to now. With the question, "when will my journey begin?” The lion kneels and looks up. I look at the book and more words were written inside and it said, “The lion kneels so you can stand on him to get out of the hole.” I look at the lion and he stares at me too. I step on him and he gets high enough for me to climb out of the hole. “Thanks,” I said. Then the lion backs up and then speed jumps out of the hole.

The lion then walks ahead of me, so I follow him. He led me to a stone monolith. I look at it and walk close to it. Just like that, I woke up in my bedroom with a black notebook on my chest. I opened it to see if what happened in my dream was real, but the first two pages is ripped out. Still confuse I get up and questioned what had happened. I walk to the kitchen to grab a snack and when I opened the cabinet, I noticed a big black duffel bag. I take the bag out and opened it to my surprise a bag full of money. With a note inside “a remarkable story starts with a great mystery and 20k.” It also had a lion stamp on the note.

What am I going to do with this money? Where did this money come from? Why me? There was a lot of question running through my mind unanswerable. Whoever left me this money and note intended for me to have it. I am just a writer. This only happens in stories, not people like me who write them. I go back to the room and looked at the notebook for any clues, but more was written. This book is writing itself. Unbelievable! Everything from when I woke up in my room to when I just got back. Why is this happening to me?

Someone handed me 20,000 dollars and expect me to spend it. This is all too much. I decided to go back to bed and hopefully wake up with an idea. The following morning, I rushed with a paper and pen to my desk. I wrote on top of the paper Wish List. You see I know people would've had an idea already but as a writer I write these fantasies. You would think I would know but the people I write about isn't me. They had an exciting life, they even had goals and aspirations that were cool.

Writing the perfect life or writing about what someone would do with this kind of money is easy. Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone writing about my life so the decisions I make is all me based on reality. I don’t have anyone to care for except myself. I am truly alone in this world. I grew up without a family and was bullied half the time in school. Writing was how I cope, and it soon became a hobby.

I became a great writer no one knows about and I am making a decent amount of money. I spent my time writing about made up people and I knew everything about them but, I don’t know me truly. I looked at the list and decided I wanted to change. Coming to this realization that I've been living in complete isolation made me worry. I added make over to the list. That is all I could think of maybe if I get the makeover, I can decide next.

I went to the beauty salon where they did my hair and makeup. The lady said there was a lot of work to be done with me. I guess being alone for a long time made me forget to take care of myself. After they finish with me, I felt beautiful. The lady told me I had a face of an angel and lovely silk black hair. I haven't heard a compliment about my appearance in so long. I left with a smile.

I then head to the mall to pick out clothes. I want to change so I decided to get fancy clothes. A dress perhaps will make me happy. As I search the mall for elegant dresses, I finally found a store that caught my eye. That store had a lion symbol on it and inside was a beautifully gold dress. Not just any dress a long gold satin ball gown dress. It had diamonds outlining the v neck. It is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen.

I went into the store and told the lady this is the dress I want now. She told me it is one of a kind and priceless. She said that a lot of women walked in and wouldn’t dare to buy this dress because they think it is expensive. Another thing mention is that this dress is not valuable because of the price, it’s valuable because the person who made this wore this once and believed it belong to someone who’s on a self-discovery journey.

This dress was made for me. I feel it. I told the lady I want it again and the price of the dress was $10,000 dollars. I bought it without hesitation. Before leaving the lady told me to wait and she handed me two things. A box with a pearl necklace, pearl earrings, and a diamond ring. The other box contained a gold ankle strap heel. “Thank you!” I said then walked away.

This was the end of my shopping. I entered the car and smile. This was best thing that ever happened to me. I opened the black notebook and again it wrote itself everything that happened to me. I noticed it said that the lady slipped a note in my bag. I checked my bag and found a letter. It was an invitation to a ball for tonight with a lion stamp on it. The same one from before and it said, “A dance is special when it’s under the chandeliers or moon, as long as the spotlight is on you.” I close the invitation and had a gut feeling I should go.

It has been a long day. The dress fits me so perfectly like if it were made exactly for me. I don’t recognize myself. I walk out my house to see there was a yellow corvette with a butler waiting outside holding a sign with my name on it. “You’re hear for me?” I said and he nods his head for yes. “I assume you know I'm heading to the ball, right?” I ask and he nods his head for yes. I hop in passenger seat and didn’t say anything for the whole ride.

We reached the ball, and a man opens my door. “thanks” I said then pause. He is beautiful. Tall, blond long wavy hair, green eyes, and sharp jawline. His smile is charming, and his voice is manly. “Wow you’re more beautiful in person.” He said. I smile and blushed hard. He holds my hand and walks me into the mansion. “I’m glad you could make it to my event.” He said. “Wow you own this place? And what is this event for?” I said. He smiles and said “Yes, this is one of my homes and this event is for you. My family is special. History has it that my rich ancestors were inspired by writers and decided to treat them special. Each member in the family has pick a writer they are inspire by and treat them special. I hate reading if I am honest. However, you are special but more than you realize because your writings changed me.”

I don’t know how to feel about this. He then looks at me and says “You don’t have to say anything. Just enjoy yourself. I want you to know that I have fallen in love with you.” I smiled and felt like I wanted to cry. How could he say those things? That night we danced together under the chandeliers and in private under the moon where the spotlight was on both of us. He didn’t fail to make me feel anything less than special. A part of me felt a shift to want to more from life than being in my room writing. I wanted to take chances and do the unexpected. So when he asked me to live with him and go on many adventures together I said yes. I wasn’t losing anything just gaining a sense of purpose in life again.