Monday: The Engraved Box
While packing up supplies at the rustic Airbnb, Ivy Mae opened a drawer in the old sideboard. Her breath caught as she pulled out a small, intricately engraved wooden box.
"Roman, come look at this," she called.
The box was smooth and polished, with swirling designs carved into its surface. Sleepy Z, perched lazily on the counter, opened one eye as if intrigued by her find but quickly went back to sleep.
Inside the box, nestled in deep blue velvet, was a delicate glass vial filled with a shimmering golden liquid. A small card was tucked beside it, written in elegant, flowing script.
Ivy Mae read aloud:
"For infections deep and ailments dire,
A drop will soothe the fever’s fire.
Golden remedy, tried and true,
Let healing light shine down on you."
Roman leaned closer, studying the vial. “This is like the one we found at the Christmas tree,” he said. “Do you think it works?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Ivy Mae replied, her voice tinged with hope. She carefully placed the vial back in the box and secured it in her bag.
Miracle barked from the other room, as if to remind them they had more work to do.