How It Began

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When Ferdinand returned home, he explained all what happened at the cemetery to Grandpa.

“Grandpa was left puzzled. Can you describe this old man you are talking about?” Grandpa asked

“ He seemed to be in his late sixties, and he had a big scar across the left section of his face.” Ferdinand replied.

Grandpa's sudden reaction came as a surprise to Ferdinand. He looked totally shocked as his eyes were left wide open.

“Thompson?” Grandpa said barely above a whisper.

Ferdinand, who was finding it hard to follow, asked. “ Who is Thompson Grandpa?”

“He is my youngest brother.” Grandpa replied.

“ Your youngest brother?” Ferdinand asked.

Ferdinand had been living with Grandpa for years now, and he had totally left out the fact that he could have relatives out there too.

“ Yes, my youngest brother. Only three people know about the symbols of the chosen ones.