4.

My hands tremble as I remove the covers of the parcel.

"Ma'am the books have arrived. Where should I put them ?" the guy from before asked.

"Oh. Um... Just… put them in the store room" I reply my voice still shaking.

He gives me a quizzical look. Oh shoot we don't put them in the store room, and how the hell will he know where the store room is.

"Never mind. Just come with me."

He quietly followed me. They books were a real weight. He neatly puts them down. I hand him his tip. He smiles at me while taking and then places a small candy in my hand.

I look up at him. "Have it. They say chocolates are really good when stressed and you look like you really need one" the smile still never leaving his face.

He was a charming. He had those honey colored eyes, light and real. They were really fascinating. His hair is many shades darker than those eyes yet the honey brown. His bangs slightly fall on his forehead. Sweat was dripping down his temples. He looked so much like one of the guy in my dreams. He wasn't very tall. 5'6 or 5'7 may be. Not buff, not thin but very well proportionate. He has to be him, one of the guys from my dream.

Oh no shake it off V, shake it off. This can't be

"Miss…." He gives a little shake on my shoulder. His eyes carry somewhat worried expression.

Oh no, I totally zoned out. "Yeah? Oh I am sorry, I was thinking of something" I give him a right smile

"Thank god" he mumbled a sigh. "Good day miss and don't stress out" he waved me a good bye.

What a strange guy. I have never seen a person being so friendly to the unknown. I haven't even seen him come for the delivery before. He felt strangely familiar.

He left and now I am confused. There is clue to gramps in one hand and a humongous stack of fresh crunchy books on other. This is difficult. I have to choose. I can choose.

You can do it V. so finally I chose gramps. Work can wait right.

Just thinking of what the parcel contains my heart began beating faster. I have to know where she is. How she is. I want to go to her. Hug her. I carefully remove the parcel cover. Inside it, there is a well crafted wooden box. It has so many beautiful patterns. The engravings are strange, they felt knowing yet unknown.

I trace my fingers along the side of the box. A sob escapes my mouth. My eyes are glistening from tears that I have tried to hold on since last five years. I trace my fingers along the pattern. It is quite familiar. Gramps taught me to draw this. It was the violet flowers.

"Violet" she said "this is you, the violet flower. One day you will bloom this beautiful too."

That was the day she taught me to draw for the first time. She taught me some strange patterns. She made me remember them by heart, each and every stroke of those letters.

"Gramps, this is so difficult. I don't even understand half of the words when I write it. They are so difficult to remember" I was in the verge of tears that day. I hated the ancient language. I was at level 0 at liguion. Gramps pulled me close to her and kiss my cheeks.

"Koneko (kitten in Japanese), is it really hard??" she smiled. I nodded

"Then shall we draw something?? Like something really interesting?" I was silent. I knew how hard she tried to teach me. And I failed every time.

She chuckled "it is okay princess. We will learn some other day."

Tears spilled from my eyes. "but I am trying hard to learn. You work so hard t teach me and I fail every time" she really laughed this time.

"Princess do you know when your mom was a little girl she loved baking. She wanted to make teddy bear cookies, unicorn cake and what not. But you know? She was really really really bad in it. She burnt the whole dough and cried for hours, but she didn't quit. She tired, she failed and again she tried. Your grandpa was so worried that he finally decided to help her. And then finally she made a real delicious chocolate cake one day. She was all smiles that day" she smiled ear to ear

"I will learn too. I can't believe mom was terrible in baking. She was the god of baking.

That day she taught me how to DRAW liguion. We drew the strokes together, grinded the ink on the ink stone. I remember vividly, how good it felt while using the brush to draw the strokes

Below those flowers was an empty space. My fingers move along it and something felt moving. My curiosity worked up and I look below it.

There was her name engraved in English and all my tears that were swelling up spilled at once. Why do I feel bad about this now? Why this shaky handwriting does doesn't fell good like it usually did?

I slide my finger over the tag and a wooden pencil slides. I knew what I had to do. I did it every now and then. It was the secret box. It must have an opening somewhere. I look carefully at those patterns again. Each one of them was movable. The patterns were to contain a name. It has to be a name. I move the lines little by little. The intricate strokes are making it even more difficult.

No. this must be something different. It can't be liguino. I move the lines carefully. This has to be layman's knowledge. And finally it was nearly done.

ETERNALS. Wow that is ….. That is simply unexpected.

I have heard tales about the eternals and their heroic tasks. Were they for real? Is it some kind of a clue? Oh god!! I am going crazy. I press the final part hard and the lid popped up quietly.

If I say my heartbeat isn't skyrocketing I am absolutely lying.