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THE TIN BOX

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by

Ceska

Chapter 3

 hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

"What’s on you mind, Frank? You look as if you carry the world on your shoulders today!" Fenton smiled and sat at the table as Frank carefully sat next to him looking jumpy. Frank eyed his father wearily and sighed.

"How much did you know about the box Granddad left to Joe and me?" asked Frank quietly

Fenton looked curiously at Frank then gave a sigh of his own.

"Your Granddad was a complex man and many people said things of him that was purely rumor. Of course, he had secrets and one of those secrets was that box he left for you boys. When I was a child, he’d let me play with it but it was nothing special. I remember the special key though. He wouldn’t allow me to put it in the lock. He said it was meant for a different boy. I don’t know what he meant by that. Maybe he was already going senile, who knows." said Fenton as he continued his daydream through the back door. His son fidgeted in his seat and averted his eyes from his father.

"Dad, what would you do if I told you that we found out what the box was hiding and that Joe used something in it but it went wrong?" whispered Frank

"I’d probably be worried for you and Joe and I’d want to know you were both okay. Is there something you ought to tell me?" prodded Mr. Hardy as he peered down at his son in concern.

Frank sighed and reached a hand carefully into his shirt pocket. Fenton watched as he picked something up with the utmost caution and gently placed it on the table infront of them. Fenton peered closer at what appeared to be a toy. The toy looked unbelievably like his youngest boy and as he watched, the figure moved and sat down. Fenton's mouth fell open and he turned to Frank in shock.

"Is this some sort of joke cus its not very funny!" he whispered as he turned back to look at the tiny Joe.

Frank took a deep breath and relayed the past events to their father as Joe fidgeted and looked worriedly between his brother and father.

After Frank finished, Fenton sat back in his chair without taking his eyes off his tiny son. With a tired voice he began to tell the boys all he knew about the box and their grandfather.

"During World War I, your Granddad marched with the British Army through France and I’m sorry to say he joined other looters in taking things from abandoned homes and shops. He found the tin box and key in a small basement shop that seemed almost intact with only the windows broken. Shortly after returning home to Britain after the war he had a strange meeting with a gypsy that he’d allowed to camp on his land. She spoke in a strange language and stole the box. It was missing from him for two years until one day when he found it on his doorstep with an inscription written inside. It warned of death to any who wore a special ring within the box. He never saw the rings but had been warned in a dream that two descendants of his would inherit the rings and carry out the wishes of a gypsy as punishment for his crime of stealing the box in the first place."

"According to the story he always told us as children; once the destined ring wearer put on the ring a seal would be forged so that if the person were to take off the ring death would be swift. The way I understood it was that only one of the two destined ring wearers has to wear the special ring and take the quest while the other keeps order and follows the set rules as they are given. So Joe is meant to be the ring wearer while you, Frank are meant to sort of govern the quest while keeping Joe on track. I don’t know what type of quest it is but I do know that it was stated in your grandfather's dream that it would take up one night with the outcome due by sunrise the next day." Fenton sighed heavily and stared gloomily out the back door, "If you don’t succeed with this quest by sunrise then the threat from the box will claim both of you by that time."

"How are we supposed to start this quest if we don’t know what we are supposed to do in the first place?!" said Frank feeling frustrated.

Joe stood up and crossed to his older brother. He leaned up against his brothers enormous arm and smiled encouragingly. Frank looked down at his tiny brother and smiled back.

"We need to think about this, don’t we?" said Frank as Joe walked back to the middle of the table. Joe pondered the story his father had just told them and something clicked. He whirled around to face his brother.

"I bet Granddad took the box from a gypsy shop and they want us to return it to them and make it right!" he watched Frank for a reaction.

"Or better yet, I bet we have to prevent Granddad from taking it in the first place. Doesn’t that make more sense?" said Frank, his eyes sparkling.

"If I can shrink down to an inch tall then I’m sure time travel is possible too, right Frank?" queried Joe hopefully as he absently measured himself to the salt shaker next to him.

Fenton and Frank smiled and looked at Joe as he tried to climb on the butter dish. Frank reached out and snagged his brother by the scruff and lifted him out of the butter.

"How do we time travel back to before Granddad stole the box?" asked Joe as he took a seat on Franks hand.

"Perhaps its in dreamland that it’ll happen, cus you remember how Granddad had that dream about the particulars of the box and its future story. We need to go to sleep or something!" said Frank as he thought how wide awake he felt.

Fenton shook his head. "No, you have to stay awake to direct your brother as I think he is meant to time travel. But he will need your mental help while he travels. He may not pass through time easily. Stay here and I’ll get the box down here with us."

Frank watched his father leave the kitchen and head upstairs. He looked down at Joe curiously.

"What's it like being that small?" he asked.

"Well, its weird but from here I can see right up your nose which is sort of like the Amazon jungle! Quite nasty really. Perhaps you should get a tissue! Just don’t sneeze or you may drown me!" giggled Joe as he slipped off his perch and ran across the table to hide behind the salt shaker. Frank ignored him.

Their father returned with the box and placed it in the middle of the table with its lid open revealing the other ring.

"I think we ought to close the lid and and turn the key and hope that a solution to time travel will reveal itself when we open it back up again. What do you think?" said Mr. Hardy to his sons as he poured water in a bowl and set it on the table next to the box.

"Now get ready. Here we go!" he said as he closed the lid and turned the key. Fenton lifted the lid and gasped. Inside was a tiny old fashioned army helmet.

Frank reached in and picked up the tiny helmet. He handed it to Joe who placed it on his head and immediately dropped to the table in what appeared to be a dead faint.

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