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  Many people say, "there are a lot of Mysteries in life", but I never enjoyed thinking about it, "too much to do, not enough time to do it, and not enough time to be thinking about things like that" I'd say to myself as I ran from class to class trying to keep up with my life. But that all changed the day I graduated. It felt great to throw my hat into the air. It felt like I lifted a weight off of my shoulders.

I thought I'd at least be able to relax, but that's when a genuine mystery turned my life upside-down. It all started the day I found him, or rather the day he found me, you might say. It was a hot, sunny day, and I was breaking into a pair of shoes. They were big thick black shoes, good for running.

But it was so hot I didn't want to run anymore, so I slowed to a stop and looked around. I didn't know how far I traveled; I couldn't recognize my surroundings. "Oh no, I'm lost, all well. I guess I might as well keep walking. It's better than sitting here. It's not like anyone is looking for me." I said to myself. I continued to walk and thought about my life. That's when an old man walked up behind me and ask me a question.

"What do you mean, little boy? Do you not have a family of your own? They must worry about you." The old man said. I turned around fast in surprise. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea. My mom loves me and my dad has his work. I just have a nasty habit of going on long walks and not coming back for days, sometimes even weeks." I said after a moment or two. "Please tell me more." The old man said. The old man sat down and I sat down next to him.

"I didn't do it when I had school, I only did it during the summer, but now that I don't have school, I do it all the time, so long story short getting lost is nothing new for me," I explained. The old man was about to ask something, but I stopped him, knowing what his question would be before he even opened his mouth. "Before you ask, there is only one thing wrong with my life. It's too damn peaceful. Nothing ever happens around there. It's so dull," I said.

The man's expression changed for only a moment. "You say your home is dull. Why do you say that? Where do you live?" The old man asked. I looked at him and I smiled. "It's a great place and there's nothing wrong with it if you want a hometown that seems to be full of life and yet is described as, 'dead as a fish out of water.' By townsfolk and tourists alike, look no further than Silver Moon Valley." I said. "Cool name." The old man said...

The old man looked like he was thinking for a second and he smiled. "I don't believe I've ever heard of Silver Moon Valley. Would you mind telling me about it?" The old man asked with a look of curiosity on his face. I nodded. "We have a small police station that might as well be turned into a museum that is dedicated to the past. After all, it hasn't been used once since its construction over five hundred years ago." I said, thinking back.

"You're kidding." The old man said. "If you don't believe me, you can look in a history book. Even the police officers say, 'we couldn't open the jail cells, even if we wanted to. They're rusted shut and if we tried to get them open, they would break, then we would have metal shards in our hands... um, no thanks.' A rumor has been going around that the mayor has decided he'd have something done about it." I said.

I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS PAGE OR THIS STORY OR THIS CHAPTER  )

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