LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 8: The Legacy of the Past
Chapter 8: The Legacy of the Past
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the abandoned house, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Denver sat on the edge of a dusty bed, staring blankly at the floor. His friends, Kartik, Priyanshu, and Sam, looked equally pale and shaken from the harrowing events of the previous days. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional creak of old wood.
Kartik, attempting to distract himself from the grim atmosphere, wandered to a nearby bookshelf and began pulling out books. "There are so many magical books here… some of them don't even look like they're from this world," he murmured, flipping through pages filled with strange symbols and languages.
Denver, unable to sit still, began pacing the room. His gaze fell on a book lying on the bedside table. It looked different from the others—worn but lovingly preserved. He picked it up, his fingers tracing the embossed name on the cover.
"Rajkumar," Denver read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper. His friends turned toward him.
"That's your father's name," Sam said, her voice tinged with surprise.
Denver nodded, his hands trembling as he opened the book. The pages were filled with handwritten notes, sketches, and detailed maps. "This… this was written by my father," he said, his voice cracking.
"What's in it?" Priyanshu asked, moving closer.
Denver's eyes scanned the pages rapidly. "It's about the Treasure. The one famous across all seven worlds. He believed in it… he thought it was real."
"Are you saying your father was searching for the Treasure too?" Kartik asked, his curiosity piqued.
Denver nodded. "Yes. He must have been obsessed with it. Look at this… stories, rumors, theories… everything about the Treasure is here. He must have wanted to find it."
Sam leaned over, pointing to a map sketched in the book. "This doesn't look like our world's map. It must be from one of the other worlds."
The realization hit them all at once—Denver's parents weren't just ordinary people; they were explorers, adventurers who had traversed multiple worlds.
"We need to see what else is in this house," Denver said, determination replacing the despair in his voice.
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They descended into the basement, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. The room was filled with artifacts, gadgets, and trinkets from other worlds. Strange devices hummed softly, glowing faintly in the dim light.
"This is incredible," Kartik said, picking up a small, metallic sphere that projected a holographic image of an alien landscape. "Your parents were collecting things from every world they visited."
Denver's eyes scanned the room, taking in the legacy his parents had left behind. He felt a mix of awe and sadness. "They must have been trying to understand all the worlds… maybe even unite them somehow."
Sam's attention was drawn to a vehicle parked in the corner. It was sleek and futuristic, with the name "Dhanno" engraved on its side. "Is that… a car?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Kartik walked over, inspecting it closely. "Not just a car. Look at the design—it's a hybrid between magic and technology. This thing could probably run on any terrain, even across worlds."
Denver, meanwhile, had found another book lying on a workbench. It was thick and filled with detailed instructions, diagrams, and blueprints. "This… this is a guide to building advanced weapons and devices," he said, flipping through the pages.
Kartik grabbed the book, his eyes lighting up. "This is incredible. Walkie-talkies, energy shields, even teleportation devices… these are things our world hasn't even dreamed of."
Priyanshu looked around, a sense of unease creeping over him. "Why would they leave all this behind? And why didn't they tell anyone about it?"
"They must have been hiding something… or protecting it," Denver said. He paused, his grip tightening on the book his father had written. "I think I know what it is."
"What?" Sam asked.
"The Treasure," Denver said firmly. "If my father was searching for it, then he must have believed it could change everything. Maybe he thought it could unite the worlds… or destroy them."
"Do you think it's real?" Kartik asked, skepticism in his tone.
Denver nodded. "If my parents believed in it, then I believe in it too. I have to find it—for them."
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That evening, they gathered around the dining table, their plates filled with simple food they had scavenged from the market. The mood was heavy, but there was a sense of purpose in the air.
"We need to talk about the spell we cast," Priyanshu said, breaking the silence. "Do you think it caused the city's walls to fall?"
Denver looked at him, guilt flickering in his eyes. "It's possible. The magic in those pages was powerful—too powerful for us to understand."
Sam nodded. "But why would it have that effect? The spell wasn't meant to destroy anything… was it?"
"We don't know," Kartik said. "But if the walls fell because of us, then the monsters are our responsibility. We need to fix this."
"And how do we do that?" Priyanshu asked, frustration evident in his voice.
Denver's gaze was steady. "We start by finding the Treasure. If it's as powerful as the stories say, then it might be the only way to save this world—and all the others."
Kartik sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"I am," Denver said. "This isn't just about the Treasure anymore. It's about my parents, and it's about us. We can't let their legacy end here."
Sam reached out, placing a hand on Denver's. "We're with you. No matter what."
The room fell silent as they all looked at each other, a sense of unity forming amidst the chaos. Denver's resolve hardened. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew one thing for certain: the journey to find the Treasure had begun.
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End of Chapter 8