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The last rays of the sun were finally fading into the distance putting the town of East Jumping Hill into darkness. The small thatched roof-cottages stood quietly with their ragged stone walls shiftless without the sound of stirring children within them. Though, not but two miles west of East Jumping Hill stood a solitary hut where rustling could be heard, and this my friend, is where our story begins.

Peering into the dust covered window of the one-roomed hut Sierra nodded, her shoulder length black hair covering her bottle green eyes. Cracking the window open she pushed the smallest boy through. He landed cat-like with little noise, save for the quiet creaking of the floorboards from under his feet. As the small boy made his way towards the door slipping past the broken furniture strewn across the room the lingering sent of mildew filled his nostrils.

“Sierra? Can you hear me?” asked the small boy.
“Yeah Riley, now on the count of three start pulling on the door and we’ll push from the outside. Okay?” she said. Grasping the wooden handle of the door Riley placed his hands in the few areas that were not overrun by the sponge-like fungus clinging to the whole of the door.

“One, two, three!” Sierra said. The two from the outside started to push themselves against the moldy door as Riley pulled wildly from the inside. CRACK! The door flew open, sending Riley flying to the floor.

“Man, are you alright?” asked Bruce. Bruce stood impressively over Riley with an out stretched hand. He was easily the largest one of the three, for their heads hardly reached his shoulders. His shaggy brown hair covered his forehead so that his eyes were scarcely seen by anyone.
“Ah, yeah I’m alright…” Riley said while rubbing his backside. Sierra wasted no time seeing how Riley was. Her gaze turned downward to the floor as she begin to tap the floorboards with a long metal rod that she brought for this adventure.

“Bruce, are you sure that this is a good idea?” Riley asked.
“Of course it is dummy, not anyone around for a good two miles. Anyway, it was Sierra’s idea, so if anything goes wrong…” Bruce was interrupted by the loud cracking of the wooden floor that Sierra was hard at work on.

“I found it!” Sierra yelled. The metal bar wedged into a small crack of the decaying floor, splintering as she pried at the loose floorboard. “Come on, I could use a hand!” The two boys scuttled towards her, flopping themselves onto the floor then grabbing hold of the board, pulling it up slowly as it began to give way . Quickly they moved the debris to find a small wooden box with a seal etched onto the lid.

“Can’t believe it, it is really here!” Sierra said in amazement.
“Oh come on now! Let me see it, let me see it!” Riley said while bouncing on the balls of his feet. Sierra whipped the gathered dust from the top of the box, and then she removed the lid to reveal its contents of a rolled up piece of parchment, several keys, and what seemed to be a bundle of animal bones. The very same seal that was etched on the lid of the box was stamped onto the piece of parchment. Setting down the box, Sierra picked up and unrolled the parchment to reveal a map.

“I knew it!” Sierra said.
“It’s here just like the drunkard said that it would be! But what is with this other lot”? Bruce asked as he picked up the bundle of bones in one hand and the keys in the other.

“I suspect that who ever put this map here knew that they’d need keys to unlock the treasure later when they went to collect it. But as for the bones I haven’t the foggiest” she said.

“Umm, you guys?” Riley said voice trembling.
“What is it Riley?” Sierra asked sharply.
“I… I think I heard something moving outside,” he replied.
“What? Like an animal or...” Sierra broke off as she heard the faint sound of stones shifting under feet. Holding close to the wall slowly Sierra raised her head to see out of the cracked window. “We’ve got a problem, two to be exact,” she said looking back to Bruce and Riley. “It looks like the drunkard has come back to get the map before we could, and he seems to have brought a friend.”

“We’ve got to get out of here!”
“We don’t have time they are almost here. Hide!”
“There is no where to!” Bruce said. “We’ve have to go out the window, it’s our only way out. We still have a chance that they’ll spot us but if we stay in here there is no way that we are going to get out of this. Sierra, Riley come on!” Obediently, Riley went over to the window and started to shimmy down the side of the hut.

“Sierra, come on!”
“Bruce, but what about the box? The keys, the map!? We can’t leave them!” Sierra yelled.

“We can and we are!” Bruce yelled back. At this Bruce grabbed Sierra by the wrist and started to pull her towards the window.

“Let go of me! Bruce! What do you think you are doing!?” Sierra wrenched her arm out of Bruce’s grip and dashed towards the map and keys. She quickly snatched them up as the conversations of the two men began to become louder. The slurred speech of the drunkard could be heard clearly now.

“I not gonnnaa go in there, I’m not,” the drunkard said in protest.
“The hell if you’re not.” a gruff voice said from with under a hooded cloak. Sierra dashed back to Bruce who was still sanding by the open window.
“Okay, now we can…” she started as the door to the hut burst open.
“O..kay! I’m goin’ in! No need to shove me,” the drunkard said as he stumbled into the hut. He wobbled for a moment, disorientated. Bruce wasted no time in grabbing Sierra and helping her through the window.

“What the…?” the drunkard mumbled as he saw Sierra start to hoist herself through the window. “Hey! Stop!” he yelled.

“What is going on in there?” asked the cloaked man as pulled back his the hood of his cloak to revealhis gnarled face. Out of the corner of his eye he spied Sierra slipping the map and keys into her pocket. “Grab her!” he shouted.

The drunkard stumbled towards Sierra while the cloaked man pulled his hood back on and went back through the door in a flash. Bruce snatched Sierra’s wrist for a second time and without a look back they scrambled through the window.

“We need to get out of here!” Sierra said as Bruce cleared the window. They started in a mad dash towards the village with Riley falling back behind them as he so oftenly did. They had barely gone but a few meters when they heard the same gruff voice from before behind them. Still running in a blind panic, Bruce turned to see the cloaked man not far from them.

“Faster!” Bruce cried. Sprinting onward, they began to outdistance the cloaked man. Sierra, flying as fast as her legs could carry her and not paying attention to the path in front of her, stumbled on a jagged rock. With a sharp pain in her ankle, Sierra let out a quick cry as she fell to the ground. Hearing her cry of pain, Bruce turned to see Sierra on the ground, grabbing at her ankle.

“Sierra’s hurt!” Bruce said to Riley. Riley stopped, not knowing if he should try and help Sierra or continue to flee from the cloaked man. Bruce ran back to Sierra and kneeled down by her side. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“It’s my ankle,” she replied. Bruce went to help her up when a shadow fell across them.

“I believe you have something that I have been searching for,” the cloaked man said. “Give me what you took from the hut!” Sierra and Bruce stared up at him.

“What do you mean? We didn’t take anything!” Sierra yelled at him while Bruce helped her up.

“Parchment, girl, the parchment and the set of keys that are in your pocket!” The cloaked man took a step towards them. “Give them to me now!” he growled. Sierra gritted her teeth. She knew she couldn’t run on her ankle, and the cloaked manwas taller than Bruce by a good measure.

“He’s got us,” she whispered in a defeated tone of voice to Bruce, then she limped forward towards the cloaked man.

“That’s right, little girl. Give them to me!” muttered the cloaked man. Sierra hesitated before thrusting her hands into her pockets to retrieve the parchment and keys, then she tossed them towards the man. He grinned and gently took the parchment folded it and stuffed both he keys and map safely in his pocket. “I Wouldn’t tell anyone about this girl.” Now satisfied, he turned and walked back towards the hut.

Watching the man walk away, Bruce put his arm around Sierra. In silence, they started to walk towards Riley, who was still standing where he had stopped earlier. As they walked, Bruce noticed a peculiar look on Sierra’s face.

“What’s that grin about?” he asked. She looked down at her hand that held a small piece of the parchment. Bruce grinned back at her.
“It looks like he won’t be getting too near that treasure now after all.” she said, smiling as they continued towards their quiet town of East Jumping Hill just as the suns first rays were peaking over the hill tops.