Hippocoon land

“Master Gwen.” the voice of a young girl suddenly spread out. It belonged to a young maid appearing on the stairs. She was walking down and saw Gwen and Heracles walk up. “Who is he, master?” asked the maid, took a sight on Heracles then turned to Gwen looking at him by her innocent eyes. “He is Heracles, my best friend.” said Gwen. “Nice to meet you master Heracles. My name is Alma.” said the maid in a pleasant way. “Nice to meet you Alma.” said Heracles, gave her a smile. “You look kind Heracles.” said the young maid in lovely voice. “We are in hurry Alma.” said Gwen interrupting, “We will talk to you but later.” “Yes, master. Please do your work. I also do my work now.” said Alma, grabbed on her feather brush and started wiping the handrail. Gwen and Heracles strode off at one, going upstairs. Kept silent, they passed the corner of the staircase, and then continued going up. “She is your family’s new maid?” spoke Heracles curiously. “Who? You mean Alma.” said Gwen, turned to Heracle...

“Do you guys go now?” she asked. “Yes, we go now.” replied Heracles. “Please send my goodbye to your mom and Aunt Lena.” said Gwen. “I will.” Amelinda replied.  She went with them pass the living room. When they went to the eave, Gwen’s carriage was there beside the garden’s fence waiting for them. “See you later Amelinda.” Gwen turned to her and said. “See you.” she replied. “We go.” said Heracles. “Bye you.” said Amelinda. Then Heracles and Gwen strode off crossing the rose garden. “Goodbye you, Old Gardener.” spoke Gwen, waved his hand. Old Gardener stopped working. He stood up and waved hand to him. Amelinda stood in front of the building waiting for Heracles and Gwen walked on the carriage and thinking something. When the carriage went away and disappeared from her eyes, she made her way leave turning back in the building. *** It’s very long time Heracles hadn’t visited to there. The last time he came to there was the time he had been staying in his father’s castle. According ...

“A map.” replied Gwen, grabbed on the parchment, unrolled then flattened it on the table, “This place is called Treasure Island. It is also considered as the home of griffins.” added Gwen. He pointed at the middle of the parchment. Heracles followed his finger and saw an island looking like eagle head at the middle of the sea. It’s an alone island that no island surround they scattered far away from it.  “And this is our place now.” added Gwen, pointed at the mainland at the coastal areas. “I see.” said Heracles nodding, “But what do you want to do? I really don't understand what you mean.” Heracles raised his voice turning to him.  “I plan to come to Treasure Island and I want you to go with me.” “Are you serious? It’s really far, Gwen.” said Heracles, “How can we pass the sea to get on the island.” “Of course, we will not come to there by normal ways.” said Gwen, lowered his voice. He stopped, bent his head down. He lowered his voice again. It’s really low but Heracles still...

People returned normal life after few days. Except Heracles, others didn’t pay much attention on what happened to him the things fell into oblivion. Aunt July turned busy with her business and used to be absent going to the town to do her job. Amelinda sometime went to meet him and talked but almost of the time, she kept in her room doing something. His mother still kept her daily routine, reading her books inside her room or under the eave in front of their building where she could smell and watch the roses. Lena sometime went out to buy something for the meals and the rest of her time she kept staying in kitchen to prepared meals for others. Heracles felt really bored he didn’t have many things to do in home and always felt alone. Sometime, he went to see his mother in her room. Sometime, he found the way to meet Amelinda and asked her what she was doing then later left. The remaining time, he spent to sit under their eave in front of their building watching the Old Gardener working ...

“Heracles – Heracles – wake up.” voice of Amelinda. “You are still sleeping. It’s evening now.” she groaned. Heracles opened his eyes blinking he was still sleepy. Looking at Amelinda who was standing by his bed’s head, he said by sleepy voice. “Oh Amelinda,” he said. “Why are you here?” “Why? I have to be the person who asks you why.” Amelinda squealed, “Don’t you know what time it is?”  “What time is it?” Heracles asked “It's almost time for dinner - Heracles.” she yelled. “What?” cried Heracles, sat up at one, “You said that it’s time for diner? How can it be? I just slept a little.”  “No, it’s not a little. It’s very long sleep.” said Amelinda, her voice is still very high. “Indeed, I don’t feel the time.” thoughtfully he said. “Anyway, you should go out from you bed. The dinner is about to start. I and the other will wait for you in our kitchen” said Amelinda. She made her way walking out Heracles the room. Heracles kept sitting on the bed looking on her back waiting for ...

“Oh, you don’t need to worry.” said Heracles quickly, “You see. I’m still fine, right?” He grinned. Alcmene didn’t say. She looked at Heracles lovingly for a while. “I don’t prevent you to do what you like but I also don’t want you to risk your life in dangers.” she said. “I know it mom. I’m old enough to know which I can or can’t do.  I can take care of myself.” said Heracles at one. “I see it my son.” said Aclmene, smiling gently, “You have changed much after you came back from Hippocoon. I see you stronger and more mature. It makes me feel more reassured about you but you are still at age of a child.”; “Don’t do things over your age.” her voice turned serious. “No, I don’t and also won’t mom.” Heracles said. He tried to calm his mother down “I just stay there studying things professors taught me. There have many exciting things in the places. I really got many good experiences.” “I really like to hear you say that my son. I hope you will get more good experiences in th...

“This is a gift for you, master Heracles.” said the Old Gardener, handing the wooden box to Heracles. “What is this?” said Heracles quickly, reached his hand out receiving the wooden box. “I don’t know.” said the Old Gardener. “So who is the person?” Heracles raised his voice. “He didn’t tell me but I believe it’s not a bad person. That person comes with goodwill” said the Old Gardener again.  “Thank you.” said Heracles. “Nothing, master.” said the Old Gardener then he walked turning back to his work. Heracles put the wooden box down on the table observing it. “What’s that?” squealed Amelinda, she appeared behind him. Heracles turned back, looked at her.  “I don’t know. I still didn’t open it yet.” he said then turned back continued observing the box. “What are you waiting for without opening it?” asked Amelinda. She sat down on the stool next to Heracles’s.  “I’m thinking about who sent it here” said Heracles. “You don’t know the person?” squealed Amelinda. “Yes, I don’...