Legend Unmasked

Chapter 3

        I gulp. "So.. you're saying that I was alive in the middle ages and I used my superpowers to make a magic key?"
        Isobel nods, smiling. "Yes."
        "Wow... just- wow..." I murmur. Then I remember the note that I found in the basement. "Wait, I came here because-"
        "You found a note, I know," Isobel says. "My good friend Sir William Kittery wrote it. I assume you are wondering what you are supposed to do next?"
        I nod.
        Isobel smooths her gown. "My task for you is to find my locket."
        "Wait, what?" I ask, furrowing my brow.
        "When I was a child, my father gave me a locket forged from silver and gold, with my name engraved on the front of it. I had it for years, up until I was a young woman. But one day, I lost it."
        I shake my head. "Where am I supposed to look for it?"
        Isobel sighs. "It is most likely wedged in between two of the floorboards in my bedroom."
        "Which room was your bedroom?" I ask.
        "The one with the bay window."
        "That's MY room!" I exclaim. "And- and it doesn't have hardwood floors. It has carpet! The construction workers put it in right before we moved-" I stop short, realization flooding through me. "Oh no."
        Isobel puts a hand on my shoulder. "The locket is very special to me, and inside the locket, there is something that I require for you to continue your quest. Please - do whatever you can to return it to me."
        I swallow and turn back towards the door. "Okay. I'll... I'll ask the workers if they found anything in the floorboards." As I step back into the corridor, I call back over my shoulder, "Bye."
        Then I take another step, and the end seems much closer. I take another, and it is right in front of me. With my last step, I step through the doorway and am back in the guest bedroom. I slowly close the door, and it disappears. Fortunately, I can still sense it.
        I head to my mom's bedroom. She sits on her bed, typing on her laptop.
        "Mom?"
        She looks up. "Yes, honey?"
        "I was wondering how I could contact the workers who redid the floors in my bedroom."
        She frowns. "Why?"
        I bite my lip. "Well, I was wondering if they... um... found any treasures in the floorboards when they tore them up."
        Mom chuckles and scribbles something on a piece of paper. She hands it to me. "It's their phone number. They gave it to me in case I had any questions."
        "Thanks," I say, walking out of the room.
        I pick up the house phone and dial the number. It rings a few times, and then someone picks up.
        "Hello?" the voice says. It's a woman.
        "Hi, this is Infinity Foxley... You know that house that you redid the floors in? The really old house?"
        The woman pauses. "Yeah. Why?"
        "I wanted to know if you guys found anything interesting in the boards. See, I collect treasures."
        "Huh," The woman grunts. "Well, funny you should ask, because Marty actually did uncover something. Let me get him for you. Marty?" There's muffled voices, and a rustling sound, and then a man is talking.
        "Yeah, I found an old, tarnished locket. You want it?"
        I can't help but smile. "Yes, please!"
        Marty scoffs. "Well, too bad! Finders, keepers." There's a jiggling sound, kind of like the sound a locket would make if you pulled it out of your pocket. "I don't get paid enough. I bet this thing could rack up a lot of money. I think it's real gold!"
        Anger boils inside of me, and take the key from around my neck. "Yeah, well... watch this!" I press the key up against the phone.
        There's a shrill screeching sound, and on the other end, the man yells over the noise, "What the hell did you just do?"
        "What happened?" I ask smugly.
        "You just made the locket shoot out of my hand and attach to the phone!"
        "I can do more than that, mister." If I can make a portal through time, I can also make one through space. I concentrate on ripping a hole in space, a portal between here and wherever Marty is. Then I hold the key in front of the portal.
        On the other end, Marty cusses. "Where did it go? It fell down from the phone and disappeared in midair!" he exclaims.
        The locket shoots through my end of the portal and into my waiting hand. I will the portal to close, and it does. My head pounds from the exertion. "Thanks!" I manage to say, jingling the locket so Marty can hear it. "It'll look great when it's all polished up!" Then I hang up the phone.