Things are not as bad as they seem to be when you are obsessed with things that are made of either silver or gold. Just this past week, my grandfather died a few years ago and already I miss him.

Grandmother handed me something that was once his, a sword. She then said, "Grandfather would want you to have this Rebecca, that way he'll always be close to you." I then started to become sad and I hugged Grandmother and she said to me, "I miss him too sweetie. You know exploring the yard will help cheer you up."

I sighed and said, "Thanks Grandmother, I'll give it a go." So I went outside with my grandfather's sword tied to my waist. I will miss him. What I love from my grandfather are the stories about Spain and a mysterious city of gold.

I do wonder what does the city of gold look like anyway. That's what I like to know more about anyway. Sure would be nice. Then I began to notice my grandfather's sword starting to glow. I got confused all of a sudden.

What's going on? Then a flash and gulf of silver and gold light came and started to engulf me. I had to cover my eyes from the brightness. When it settled, I had a notice that something is not right.

I looked at myself and I realized that I am dressed like one of the girls who are a tomboy. I then had a feeling that I'm not at home anymore.

I must be in Spain or somewhere.