Prologue

Deep within a great cavern lay the secrets of a life once lived but now they hide in their tomb of towering minerals. The cover brown leather and pages yellowed by the ages come and gone. The words and secrets trapped in the journal’s pages long to be read to come alive once more, to feel the texture of tongue and fluent accent. They silently beckon her in weak desperation and she ignores their plea once again going on to climb higher. She has denied them voice for almost eighteen years, everyday she’d climb right pass them as they cry out weakly in dire need to be freed. The secrets began to wonder if she had found the box, it was hidden in plane site with elegant carvings and the delicate inscription ‘One hundred years form now, only one shall…’

 

Scarlet was staring at it in her sapphire chamber. She discovered it on her twenty-first birthday in a concealed compartment in the shelves of her personal book collection. This historical mansion had been in her family for years and this room had been the private chamber of an ancestor that no one knew the name of however her possessions still remained. They gave hints about her character and this enchanting box would have belonged to her, 26^th September 1898 inscribed on the back of the box in the left bottom corner. Scarlet has been waiting for four years to open the eccentric box exactly one hundred years after the date.

 

“One hundred years from now, only one shall…” Scarlet sang it as she opened the box delicately, “find the key, to my dark, dirty deeds and set them free.”