Chapter 46 Tales Of Unknown

• Standing in the colorful room, his eyes scanned the mystical treasures he's kept for so long, he was even starting to doubt all he knew, all he was made to believe until now. The second his eyes landed on that video, he felt it, that burning sensation as it rippled through his veins, causing his blood to pump faster and his heart termored.
• When he was six he had thought his great grandmother mad when she would often tell these tales of Merfolks, dragons, fairies, elves, whispering ghosts, who lived in a beautiful city under the sea and how they were real… she said the whispering ghosts often lure men and women under the sea…. trap then suck their souls, they would sink ships and flood trespassing islands.
• As a child, he enjoyed these tales whenever they visited, she liked him best among his other siblings, it could also be to the fact that even as a child only he bothered to listen to her fairytales while the rest just laughed at the ninety-eight-years old woman and considered her delusional for her tales. But, he would often sit beside her feet and listen to her go on and on about this great city under the sea. Then once he was twelve his great-grandmother passed away, which made him very sad. He was going to miss her tales but while he cried by himself under the tree in his suit, refusing to go into the house, his grandmother found him.