The Legend of the Crystal

Two friends, James and Brad, run into a 150 year old mystery.


Thirty Years Ago

Andrew wiped the sweat off his forehead.  He was nervous every time he had to bring the weekly progress report to Mr. Liverpool.  In his opinion, there was no logical reason that the progress report had to be reviewed with Mr. Liverpool in person.  The man made him jumpy.  He was always afraid of saying the wrong thing.  Mr. Liverpool’s main goal in life seemed unrealistic to Andrew, and yet he had to fulfill his responsibilities.  Deep down in his gut he knew that Mr. Liverpool meant well and had everyone in mind when he went on one of his rampages.

Andrew stood outside the office, trying to calm his breathing.  Eventually, he pressed the button to the right of the door, signaling his presence.  He heard Mr. Liverpool’s voice come out of the intercom speaker stationed above the door.  “Yes, Mr. Haynes, please come in.”

Andrew Haynes gulped as he pressed his thumb to the security pad.  Once the computer verified his identity, the door unlocked, and he pushed it open.

“I have this week’s progress report, Mr. Liverpool,” Andrew said as he approached the large wood antique desk.

Mr. Liverpool, concentrating on his laptop screen, didn’t look up.  “Yes, Mr. Haynes, have a seat.”  After Andrew sat, he remarked with a blank look, “We have yet to see that it's a true progress report.”  The entire sentence was spoken in a flat tone, but Andrew could hear the frustration in the word “progress.”  Mr. Liverpool had paused right before saying the word, only adding to the sense of frustration.

“Well, first of all, we have completed another round of satellite scans.”

Mr. Liverpool let a slight smirk slip through.  “And, the results?”

Andrew gulped again.  “Inconclusive as always, sir.”  He watched Mr. Liverpool nod slowly.  He decided to take the chance and speak his mind.  “Sir, the scans are always inconclusive.  Perhaps we aren’t going about this the right way.”

Mr. Liverpool’s tone remained calm.  “And, how do you propose we proceed?”

“Well, I’m not completely sure.  I just know that the satellite scans have never produced any definite lead.  A few wild goose chases … ” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was threatening to ramble.

Mr. Liverpool returned his attention to his laptop screen.   “When the item becomes visible,” he said, “the satellite will pick it up.” 

“Jacob and I were discussing this,” Andrew said, “and we may have come up with an idea to compliment the satellite scans.”  Mr. Liverpool looked up, raising his left eyebrow, and Andrew knew he had his superior’s attention.  He continued, “Maybe we can draw out who might be in possession of the item.”

“And, how do you suppose we do this?”  Mr. Liverpool asked, his tone indicating that he wasn’t buying it yet.

“By creating a website.”

Mr. Liverpool stood up quickly, turned around and looked out of the window.  “Do you realize, Mr. Haynes, that there are tons of websites that discuss what we are looking for?”

“Yes, sir, but we weren’t thinking of creating a website on that subject.”  When Mr. Liverpool turned back around, Andrew knew he had done more than just grab his attention this time.  Mr. Liverpool gave him a look, silently urging him to continue.  “At some point someone is going to come across the legend.  Perhaps we should help them out.”

Mr. Liverpool frowned and tasted the sound of the idea.  “A website on the legend.”  He paused and then asked, “What are the chances of someone coming across it?”

“Perhaps better than satellite scans.”  When Mr. Liverpool’s frown deepened, Andrew quickly added, “Before the crystal is brought out into the open, maybe a certain someone will be curious about an old story they’ve heard from a crazy old grandfather.”  Andrew shrugged as he was finishing his idea.

A silence, then, filled the room, leaving both men staring at each other.  It seemed to go on forever.  Mr. Liverpool’s countenance shifted from one expression to another.  He would lower his eyebrows and then raise them.  He would pucker his lips slightly and then relax them again.  Finally, he said, “It’s a good idea. Go do it!”

The End

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