We've had some time to pour through writings recovered from the book found along this dusty road. There were many interesting accounts and a few particular ones made an impression on me. This is one of the accounts...
She followed me everywhere while I was a youth, just like a shadow. I preferred her company to that of my own shadow which always did what it was told, but she would break the rules. I guess you could say we were often caught getting into mischief and adventure together. There was little we did not share; dreams, secrets and even possessions. I loved her dearly and I was her fierce protector as we grew older and left our childhood behind. We were close in age, only a few years apart, and Mother often left her in my care while she tended to other important tasks at home. Mother would scold us, "go play, but don't you two get into any trouble", and I would see the pleading look in her eyes. Mother would on occasion be visited by an unhappy neighbour complaining about us, and I knew this was difficult. I tried to be a good brother and stay out of trouble, but some of the things she wanted to do were exciting and scary, and I couldn't say no to her. On one of our many adventures I found a skull... I was excited and determined that it should be my prize. When we returned home I snuck it into my room and hid it so I would not have to get rid of it. After supper my sister asked if she could play with the skull but I refused to let her. It could break easily and if Mother saw it I knew she would take it from us I explained, but she wasn't happy with my reason. I warned her that it would make me very cross if she did not listen, and I admonished her not to touch. This was MINE and I was not prepared to share it. For weeks she asked to take the skull and I always told her no, but we would look at it together. One day some months later I was helping Mother carry wood for our winter stores and my sister was nowhere to be found. I returned to the house to find her with the skull and demanded its return. She refused. Mother came in suddenly, and in our panic to hide the treasured item it dropped to the floor breaking in many pieces. We had to clean the mess up and were told to never bring an evil item home again. In bed that night I lay awake in anguish over what I had lost. I had warned her, we shared almost everything and she betrayed what I had asked. It was only right that I take something from her but I loved her so dearly and I did not think I could bear to cause her that pain. My anger towards her grew with each passing day, and I would often imagine punishing my dear sister. My opportunity came when Mother had to go to town suddenly and we were left alone. I found my sister playing near the barn and told her I had decided there was a way to make up for what she had done. I would take something from her, as she had done to me.
There was more written but I could not make out anything else until I came to the following faded words...
Later, after the deed was done, I presented her with a box. I gave her the box because I loved her dearly and although I had taken something from her, I never desired her to be without it.
It appeared there was nothing left to read, at least not anything that we could make out. I'm still puzzled by the cryptic nature of this account. I am left with questions as to what Jakob took, and what he "returned" to her in a box. Are you able to figure out the mystery?
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