The Great

Prologue

Ever wondered what t would be like to invent something, like Thomas Edison and the light bulb, or discover something like Isaac Newton and gravity? Well, my Grandfather tells me each year "Grandson, history is very precious and important. Especially how you spnd your time in it." He would show me this bright, golden, hourglass-shaped necklace. He has shown me that necklace every year ever since I was eight. He would always repeat that sentence, and show me that necklace. "Patience", he would tell me every year before tucking the necklace back into the folds of his shirt. Before he shows me the necklace every year, he leads me to this bookcase with modern books in it. He would then put his hands on the side of it and push it aside, reavealing this hexagonal-shaped room. On every side of the room (besides the doorway) there was tall bookshelfs filled with history books: thick and thin, tall and short, some were old, some were new, and they were in every color of the rainbow. One thing I found pecular, is that they were all sorted in alphabetical order! Something strange I noticed, was that every time we went inside there would be a single history book lying on the floor. My Grandfather would mutter "Sorry, let me get that" and he would put it back on the shelf. It was like he knew where every book went on the shelf. This year I was thirteen. I was expecting for this to be like the usual times when we went back there, but this time it was different. When he showed me his necklace, this time he took it off and placed it in my hand. I was confused. " I am getting too old my Grandson" he said. "Take care of this for me". I am now fifteen. It has been two years since that day. My Grandfather died a week after he gave me the necklace. He never showed anyone else that room or that necklace. I fumbled with the necklace in between my fingers. I pulled out a brown leather notebook, with yellow crinkly pages and a stiched trim. the notebook had the same hourglass symbol on it as the necklace. I pulled out my quill and a bottle of ink. I opened the notebook to the first page. I dipped my quill in ink, and wrote: My name is John Horse, and I helped shape history.