of this Diary not lose their life in pursuit of Tlaloc’s goggle eyed idol before the pen dries
out.
Shataneek tried to be precise, and then lifted the back cover to close his diary one final
time. He knows the Adder will be back tonight, and he doesn’t have any energy left to
out wink it this time. But, as he was about to close, he felt the leather jacket of the back
cover giving away. He picked up the diary closer to his eyes in the rapidly growing
shadow. Yes indeed, the back cover was loose. In his excitement of what was in its
pages, he never paid attention to the back cover. Feeling curious, he slowly peeled of
the leather cover, revealing the dark brown hard board inside the cover.
And it had golden lettering embossed in it too.
Letters that formed words covered by the dark
tan jacket. The words were puzzling. He read it
again and again; and then flipped through the
pages. Can it be true? His head started to spin!
The air around him felt heavy ? difficult to breathe. Is this the end? He was not sure – he
can’t die like this. He slowly started flipping through the pages again. It can’t be the
same diary that he read till a few minutes back. How can it be? It says Capt. Standish
died in Mexico, Kevin Hartman mentions Kilimanjaro, and poor Chadrashekar Apte had
his last breath in forests of Java.
Shataneek scrambled to open his pen and write down the warning. Very little ink left, he
kept shaking it, till he wrote the warning. They were the same six words that all the
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