The Dream temple

Peter smiles while he puts the rare, ancient, stone sculpture from the Kandarian Dream Temple on the table, letting his fingers slide over the sculpture carefully, following the snake-like creatures curves along the tips of his fingers. "Amazing, don't you think Anna?" He glances over at his wife with a gentle, curious smile on his face. Not only proud of the fascinating sculpture he found, but also of his beautiful woman. "I found this today, in that old abandoned house down the lane, sticking curiously out from a rafter in the basement boiler room." Anna takes a few steps closer to the table and leans in to take a better look at this sculpture, placing her hand atop Peter's as her long brown curls dance over her shoulders.


She tucks some of the stray curls behind her ear before she speaks with interest. "It looks extremely old and important, Peter, what is it?" Her voice is soft and she always lovingly shows interest when her husband comes home with a new treasure he digs up somewhere on his adventures and proudly displays to her. "It's a sculpture from an old Kandarian Dream Temple, and word is, it's magic!" Peter laughs softly at his own words, as Anna lifts her hand and playfully messes his short black hair. Peter has a great love for things from the past, and every weekend he goes out to some of the most off the wall, weirdest places, hoping to uncover something interesting. Most of the time, he comes home without a thing, other times with an old vase or drinking cup, but sometimes he gets lucky, finding some old coins or rings worth a few hundred dollars. But this time, she and he both knew that Peter had hit the jackpot!


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His friend Dennis works at the Emerson County museum, and he made a few calls after seeing it, confirming it's origin and authenticity. "I think we will be rich soon, Anna!" The woman smiles while she walks back to the sink and starts to work on the dishes again. "Sure honey, I really hope you're right this time! You know you promised me a second honeymoon!" She turns and giggles, using her wet hands to splash some water at her husband. Even after twelve years of marriage, they are still deeply in love with each other. They hardly fight and let the other free to do as they please, always being loving and supportive in all they do.

Peter jumps up from his seat and runs over towards his woman, grabbing her at her waist, pushing her back against the counter and smiles mischievously. Anna squeals as she feels him nip at the soft skin of her neck. "I love you, silly man!" She whispers the words passionately into his left ear, pulling his head up to face her. Their lips connect and they both share a loving and calming kiss. The sculpture on the table starts to shake a few seconds, but in such a gentle way that it hardly makes any sound. The only proof of the shaking would be that sculpture is now an inch closer to the side of the table.

Thank you for reading part 1 of my short story! I hope you will come back for part 2, 3 ,4 etc etc!