Chapter 4 The first clue

Awesome! Here's Chapter Four: The First Clue of The Family Treasure Trove, continuing the mystery and deepening the adventure (approx. 1000 words):

Chapter Four: The First Clue

The next morning dawned with mist curling over the fields like smoke. Roosters crowed from every corner of the compound, but Lina was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the verandah with the journal open on her lap. The charm from Makari swung gently around her neck.

The pages had shifted again overnight.

It wasn't the wind or her imagination-Lina was sure of it. A new section had revealed itself near the middle of the journal: a riddle, scrawled in faded ink and surrounded by tiny hand-drawn symbols.

"Where the sun sleeps and stones whisper,

Beneath the guardian's gaze,

Follow the path of forgotten footsteps-

The roots will show the way."

Sammy plopped down beside her, rubbing his eyes. "You've been up all night?"

Lina handed him the journal. "Look at this. It wasn't there yesterday."

He squinted. "Cool. It's like a treasure map in a poem."

She nodded. "But we have to figure out what it means."

They read the riddle together three more times, then flipped back to the earlier drawings-especially the one of the large tree, which they now knew was the baobab. Near it was another sketch: three round stones arranged in a triangle with what looked like small footprints leading toward them.

"Stones that whisper..." Sammy muttered. "Do you think it's those round stones by the cattle path? The ones that hum when you tap them?"

Lina's eyes lit up. "The singing stones. Grandpa used to tell me about those when I was little."

"Let's go!" Sammy said, already on his feet.

But Grandma Zawadi appeared behind them like a shadow. "Eat first," she said, handing them both steaming bowls of millet porridge. "The stones are patient. You must not rush wisdom."

Sammy grumbled, but Lina smiled. "Asante, Bibi."

After breakfast, they made their way past the gardens, toward a forgotten part of the land near the edge of the forest. Here, moss-covered stones stood like markers from another time-three of them forming a triangle, just like the drawing.

Sammy knelt and knocked gently on one with his knuckles.

Thoooom.

The stone vibrated, letting out a hollow, musical tone.

"They do whisper," he grinned.

Lina walked around the formation and noticed something new. On the largest stone, just beneath a patch of moss, was a symbol-a spiral carved deep into the surface.

"It's the same one from the journal," she whispered.

She pressed her fingers into the groove.

A quiet click echoed beneath their feet.

Then, with a soft rumble, the ground shifted. Between the three stones, the soil gave way, revealing a staircase leading down into darkness-narrow and steep.

"Another tunnel," Sammy whispered. "How deep does this go?"

"Only one way to find out," Lina said, already pulling out her flashlight.

They descended carefully, the stone steps slick with moisture. At the bottom, they reached a small chamber lit dimly by sunlight filtering through narrow cracks in the ceiling. Strange markings covered the walls-some painted, some carved.

At the center of the room stood a pedestal holding a stone disc, like a puzzle wheel, with seven symbols carved around its edge. A phrase was etched into the wall above it:

"Truth lies in what is known but not remembered."

Lina stared at the symbols-each was familiar, but she couldn't immediately recall from where.

Sammy tapped one shaped like a bird. "This one looks like the carving on Grandpa's cane."

She examined it. "And this one," she said, pointing to a symbol that resembled an eye, "was on the charm Bibi gave me."

Suddenly, the journal in her backpack grew warm.

She pulled it out-and the pages flipped on their own, stopping at a section filled with sketches of each symbol. Beside them were notes: dates, names, places. Her grandfather had been documenting them, not just as clues-but as memories.

"'Known but not remembered,'" she murmured. "These are family stories."

She placed her hands on the puzzle disc and began rotating it. As she aligned the symbols-first the eye, then the bird, then a spiral-the puzzle clicked.

The pedestal slid aside.

Beneath it lay a second key-this one shaped like a small tree branch, made of dark metal, with roots for teeth.

Sammy picked it up reverently. "This must go deeper. Maybe to the real treasure."

Lina nodded. "We're being tested. Grandpa left these to make sure only someone who understands the family-not just the clues-can find what matters."

Sammy looked up. "But why hide it in the first place? Why not just tell everyone?"

Lina considered. "Because some things aren't meant to be easy. Or shared with people who aren't ready."

As they climbed back up to the surface, the afternoon light was starting to fade. The birds had gone quiet. A strange stillness hung in the air.

But Lina felt something shift inside her. Not fear. Not uncertainty.

Purpose.

They were no longer just following a trail-they were stepping into a legacy.

And the treasure was more than gold. It was story. It was memory. It was truth.

End of Chapter Four.

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