The return home

he Family Treasure Trove, continuing the mystery

our: The

every corner of the compound, but Lina was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the ver

d shifted ag

ection had revealed itself near the middle of the journal: a riddl

n sleeps and

he guardi

th of forgott

will sho

her, rubbing his eyes. "

rnal. "Look at this. It

. It's like a trea

e have to figure o

lly the one of the large tree, which they now knew was the baobab. Near it was another sketch: th

you think it's those round stones by the catt

stones. Grandpa used to tell me

mmy said, alre

first," she said, handing them both steaming bowls of millet

but Lina smiled.

of the land near the edge of the forest. Here, moss-covered stones stood like m

ocked gently on on

oo

, letting out a ho

hisper," h

new. On the largest stone, just beneath a patch of mo

e from the journa

er fingers in

echoed benea

n the three stones, the soil gave way, revealing a s

ammy whispered. "Ho

t," Lina said, already p

hey reached a small chamber lit dimly by sunlight filtering through narrow crac

e disc, like a puzzle wheel, with seven symbols carved ar

hat is known but

was familiar, but she couldn't

a bird. "This one looks like

id, pointing to a symbol that resembled

urnal in her bac

lled with sketches of each symbol. Beside them were notes: dates, names, place

red,'" she murmured. "T

otating it. As she aligned the symbols-first the ey

stal sli

shaped like a small tree branch, made

ly. "This must go deeper. M

ese to make sure only someone who understands the

ide it in the first place?

ngs aren't meant to be easy. Or sh

rnoon light was starting to fade. The birds had

g shift inside her. No

rp

following a trail-they we

than gold. It was story. I

Chapt

tinue with Chapter Fi