From the little light left Kroy could make out a door, a big, oak door. As Kroy and his grandfather
carefully walked through the oak door kroy noticed a sudden light and a sudden feeling of joy.
Kroy fought the pain in his eyes from the light well enough to make out mounds of coins, treasure
and paper- paper? Kroy thought as he rushed towards the old, torn paper. When Kroy looked
carefully at each one he realized that they looked similar, but different to the one his grandfather
had shown him. “Grandfather come here, quick!” he called as his grandfather, who had just been
admiring the golden statues came running towards him “This is amazing!” he yelled as if there
were millions of people in the same room there and then listening to every word they said.
The grandson-grandfather team rushed out of the room wondering what the journey ahead
would be like.
