| "I have entirely too much stuff." Heather grumbled as she dug threw her dresser drawers. Sighing she sat back on her heels and growled, "Now where did I put it?" Heather banged her fist on the dresser, making several picture frames wobble and her tiny glass dragon jump. *CLANG* "What the....?" Heather leaned down, sticking her hand under the dresser. "AH HAH." Heather pulled out a large iron key. She had taped it to the underside of the dresser. Hitting the dresser had knocked it loose. With a groan, Heather got back up to her feet, "I've either got to stop hiding things, or start remembering where I put them." In the living room, Heather walked over next to the fireplace. Under a pile of afgans sat the Trunk. It was no more than two feet long, a foot high and made of ceder wood. It had three locks set into the front of it. Heather tossed the afgans on a nearby chair. She was suddenly glad Kai13 wasn't there, he didn't like the Trunk. "I don't like it." He said everytime she would open it. "It's just an ordinaly trunk." she would reply, smiling. "Nothing that comes from Diagon Alley is *normal*." He would stand there scowling at her. Heather smiled, she had sent Kai13 out to give Jade a good brushing, the dog never stopped sheading. She didn't feel like sparing over the Trunk right now. Knelling down infront of it she frowned, "Darn it, i can never remember which one it it." Heather put the old metal key in the first lock and turned. Opening the lid, she found it packed full of spell books and her copys of Moats and Swamps: the care of magical plants and animals. Closeing the lid, she put the key in the second lock. Opening the lid again she found her supply of chocolate, bars, bags, boxes of all her favorate brands. "Mmmmmm, tempting, but not right now." She closed the lid and put the key in the last lock. Lifting the lid Heather looking down into another room. A wooden ladder was fixed to the inside of the Trunk. It was dark, only a few torches burned providing little light. This was what bothered Kai13 so much, a room inside her Trunk. Standing, Heather put the key in her pants pocket and steped into the box, climbing down the creaking ladder. The room was fairly large with dark stone walls, aranged around the room were pilars for displaying, most empty. Heather walked over to one. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a tooth. Holding it up she admired the sharp edge, the white enamal. She had forgoten about it, the tooth she had pulled from their boat. A momento from Hell. Sitting it on the pedestal, Heather steped back. Next to it, on another pedestal sat the necklace Tyrathca_Kai had given her, made from the claws of the thing that had almost killed her. Beside it, hanging on the wall was a nightmarish sword, black and twisted, her late sister's sword. It too had almost killed her, now it hung, the centerpiece of Heather's trophy room. Heather quickly climbed back up the ladder, leaveing her dark thoughts behind. She closed the Trunk. Heather wondered where to hide the key so she wouldn't forget it. |
| The Trunk |