The return home

f The Family Treasure Trove, continuing t

ven: Traps

eath the baobab tree. They had not spoken a word of the mask or scroll to anyon

e would

old, a motorcycle rumbled into the yard. A tall man stepped

Sammy yelled,

laugh, though his eyes flicked

adi said, her t

ather... and other things." His eyes l

e've found things.

hings," Bara

dinner, Baraka told the

lse is looking for the treasure. Someone powerful. They've been follo

ightened. "Then

s?" Samm

hen the treasure is disturbed. And not

't take anything-not really. We

That's enough to aw

by your ancestors. They are not spirits,

danger?"

The treasure must be sealed again... prope

ina couldn't

nd, scroll unrolled across her bed. O

ind it. Only the

ed part of the scroll's hidden map-drawn with lemon juice, only visible under heat. The real treasure, it

ed on stones: spirals, hands, and the Moyo family symb

se," Barak

d the entrance: a cave mouth hidde

tricky," Baraka warn

with mineral streaks, and the floor was etched

i atapita. Mw

will pass. The

idor. Sammy stepped forward-a

y, wa

wall. Baraka yanked him back just i

rt pounded

r. "Pressure plates. Only

e know wh

iral with three dots. "The family pattern,"

n on the floor. The wrong step triggered darts, collapsing tiles, ev

tered a vast und

den bowl engraved with vines. Behind it, a mural o

Baraka breathe

pped forward, t

m above-and from the far s

ught it was stone-

red in moss and bark, its eyes glowing

ped. "Is

ay we are. It is bound to the treasu

ed forward.

i and Lina

ka f

oftly, placing a hand on Lina's sho

e reached into her satchel, retrieved

n's eyes lo

oyo. Granddaughter of Solomon. I do

blinked once.

stal and placed the scro

illed t

ts pulsed with golden light, wrapping t

l was r

plit the chamber w

I