The Dreamspeaker Chapter One Mysterious Treasures

e warned if you have found this treasure you are in grave danger.”
Jessica Hoshi gasped. The gleaming Lantern with the colorful lenses was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her 14 years of life. But the voice she heard made her shiver. She peered through the ornate deep green lens: one of eight, each a different color, that formed a jeweled shell around the flickering light.
A shadowy figure was visible inside.
The hazy image of a robed woman wearing a cowl and carrying a skull-capped staff gradually formed from swirling wispy outlines. Jessica’s friends gathered around the open trunk and the colorful treasure they had discovered inside.
“Who are you?” Jessica asked. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder.
“Time is short,” the woman replied. Her voice sounded ghostly, fading in and out as if she were speaking into a strong windstorm. “Are you aboard a ship? Have you found a jewelry box there?”
“How can you know that?” Shannon asked, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder before leaning down to get a better look through the yellow lens.
“Yeah! We found a really pretty jewelry box in a trunk with an alto clef design on it. We’re on the museum ship at the Lakeshore Promenade!” Jessica replied cheerfully. Ranko Yorozu put her hand on Jessica’s shoulder, shaking her head urgently and frowning.
Jessica silently mouthed the words ‘what should I say?’ in reply.
“Bring the jewelry box to Vuran’s Wharf at once. Speak to no one.” The woman’s voice was calm but there was a tone of urgency in her words. Her image faded and the Lantern’s light returned to full brightness.
“Vuran’s Wharf? Where is that?” Ranko asked, looking up at the others. She had been crouching next to Jessica to get a better look when they opened the trunk.
Talitha straightened her glasses. “Is that on the lake?”
“Nope. Nope. Uh-uh. No such place on the lake, Talitha-chan,” Jessica said, shaking her head and making her light blond hair sway back and forth on purpose.
“Maybe it’s where that lady is” Cecilia said, holding the Lantern up by its circular handle and trying to look inside it.
“Guys, it’s already dark outside,” Alanna said, taking advantage of her height to reach the open hatch to the main deck. She used one hand to steady herself as she looked up the wooden steps towards the sky. “We’ve got to go.”
“What do we do about this stuff?” Ranko said, picking through the elaborately decorated finery stored in the heavy wooden trunk. “Do we just leave all these expensive things here? These plates and cups look pretty valuable.”
“We have to tell the Historical Society about it. This might be part of the museum exhibit or something,” Alanna replied as she climbed up the steps. “Come on.”
Sure enough, it was past sunset. The afternoon tall ship museum tour group had long since disembarked. A breeze caught Alanna’s short hair, and she smoothed it with one hand as she looked up and down the Promenade. She pulled her windbreaker closer around her neck. All of the shops were closed and there were no other people around.
Talitha Hayashi looked out across the lake. The horizon over the water was a purplish color and stars were visible in the sky overhead. The white sails of the huge three-masted wooden ship were tied up to the crossbeams far above the deck.
“Looks like they left us behind.” Ranko grinned, stepping on to the deck.
Jessica hurried past Ranko and quickly made her way back to the quarterdeck. She hurried up the steps and placed the jewelry box they had found next to the helm. “Ooh, I want to see how this wheel works. I wonder how we’re going to get to Vuran’s Wharf?”
“Hoshi, there’s no such place,” Alanna said. “You said so yourself. We can’t take those jewels with us. They belong to the museum.”
“Yeah, that’s stealing!” Cici said, a little louder than normal.
“Hey, maybe we can sail there,” Shannon grinned sarcastically, tugging on one of the riggings with both hands as if testing its strength.
“Look! The colors are different!” Cici exclaimed, turning the Lantern around by the handle to look at all eight lenses. The light was cycling between it’s normal light colors and a yellowish glow. “There’s obsidian somewhere nearby.”
“Obsidian? Whoa whoa, wait a second here,” Ranko made a “slow down” gesture with both hands. “You’re in elementary school. We don’t even know what obsidian is.”
Cici shrugged, straightening her little beret. “I just know there’s some here.”
“Obsidian is a volcanic rock formed from solid lava,” Talitha said.
“Okay, the Professor knows what it is,” Ranko sighed.
Talitha blushed and hid her face behind her long wavy brown bangs.
“Maybe there’s some in that trunk,” Jessica said as she absently reached out and put her hand on one of the wooden handles of the wheel at the ship’s helm. There was a sudden, silent flash of light!
Scribe on May 28th 2009 in The Ajan Warriors Series, The Dreamspeaker








