The Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

"Except the part where a stranger with a long lens nearly stole it from us before we'd even gotten home to properly enjoy it ourselves." "We got it back though." "We did," Dom agreed, a small, satisfied smile finally breaking through. "We're good at that. Getting things back that people try to take from us."

By noon, I was stepping into the herb-scented, crumbling territory of the Silverlight pack, wrapped in the heavy cloak of an Ironthorn Luna. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to my home. Attwater was there in a second, taking the heavy black metal case from my hands. "You actually did it? You really got the obsidian cane back? The one holding Mom's soul-power?" Ulva shot Attwater a look, signaling him to take the case into the room with the silencing barrier. Then she grabbed my hand, her eyes searching mine. "Trista, be honest with me," she whispered, her grip tightening. "This set of heirlooms is worth a fortune. What exactly did you have to pay him to get them back?"

The worst was that Lunaria was gone, and he had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. Looking at how things are, Anthony made up his mind to correct his mistake. He knew what he had to do first - he had to get hold of the heirloom which was giving Agatha and Lilian courage and power. He remembered the conversation he had overheard between Agatha and Lillian, and he knew that they had a fake heirloom. But where was the real one?

Small seeds that would grow into something bigger. After they left, I stayed behind for a moment. Then I pulled out the small encrypted device I had hidden weeks ago, a contact line to Midnight Bloom that one of Axel’s scouts had slipped me during a border patrol months earlier. I activated it and waited. A rough voice answered on the other end. “Who is this?” “Torren,” I said quietly. “A warrior from Night Claw. I have information Axel will want. About the relic… and about the Alpha’s new whore who stole it.”

Reminding me who I belonged to in this storm of revelations. We came hard and fast, my cries lost in the wind. Afterward, he held me close, breathing ragged. “We go together,” he finally said. “No more secrets. No more solo missions. We face your mother and my brother as one.” The final twist arrived at dawn. A package was delivered to the gates. Inside was a tiny onesie, black with silver threading. On it, embroidered in blood-red: *The Phantom Heir*. And a note from Lucian:

Zen wasted no time and collected his goods from her before visiting Hernie’s best friend, Gilda, to steal empty glass bottles from the ditzy apothecarist. Finishing the fragile cargo, Zen stored everything in his inventory. Having a crafting system was simply too much of a cheat for him. However, he wasn’t finished. There were still some things left to do when he returned to Stoneberry Keep. Victory wasn’t guaranteed, so the gamer had to make a backup plan. “What is this?” Sir Rowan examined the hand-crafted catapult.

He took a life, a legacy, everything your brother was meant to inherit. She read the word brother and had to stop. She read it again. She kept reading. *This is all I could save as proof. The USB contains records, emails, and a partial will that names you. You're also a Rhodes, kept hidden by me for your safety.* *Find the truth. But please, Liora, tread carefully. Damien Hawthorne is dangerous and doesn't tolerate loose ends.* *I'm sorry I couldn't give you more.* *All my love, always — Mom*

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.

This definitely had to do with Lady Belladonna and whatever it was that the Heir was trying to ensure she wouldn't know about. “I know nothing about his daughter. How did you really get this?” She tried to get to the stones again and he tried to hold it off, but she yanked it away from him. “It wasn't being watched.” The stones were glowing with lines carved around them, that was all, nothing more. They only looked incomplete, like a disarranged puzzle. “How did you know where to find it?” He yanked them away from her with violent hands. “Don't talk to me like I’m a fool. I might have no dragon but I’m still better than you.”