A group of workers were heading to the Sanchez family's cardamine field, supervised by the oldest daughter, Rita Sanchez. In a slow but sure pace, they crossed the plains from the slave house to their destination for several kilometers. When they actually reached the field, the workers begun to plow it, all chanting old Maltan slave melodies. The morning goes one slowly, as Rita keeps an eye peeled at the men. If one of them begins to work slowly, she whipped him and shouted at him. Competition was rough, and there was no place for compassion if they didn't want to go bankrupt. When the sun sets high, she notices a figure in the distance, and she quickly recognizes her father, who was here to relieve her from her guard duty. Her father weakly waves at her and smirks, and she waved back at him. ''Hello, father. You seem tired, today.'' He wipes off the sweat off his forehead before answering ''Indeed I am, our janitors were too sick to work today, so we have to do all the cleaning by ourselves at home. You should go help your mother, Rita, she'll appreciate it.'' She nodded and hugged her father gently. ''Of course, daddy. You don't have to worry about it.''
She heads back home, the sun of Malta feeling like a thousand times warmer than usually. She was thirsty but she had forgotten her bottle of water at the field. When she was about to pass out due to heat, she finally notices her house in the horizon. In a last ditch effort, she runs up to it and collapses as soon as she passes the front door in a loud bang! She wakes up shortly after and gets some water to drink. Her mom was busy cleaning the kitchen, so much that she hadn't noticed her yet. ''Mommy, didn't you notice me when I crashed loudly at the entry?'' Her mother got startled. ''R--Rita! Please! Don't scare me like that!'' Rita rolled her eyes. ''So, anyway, how can I help you, mommy?'' Rita's mother holds tightly onto her broom. ''Well, you could go clean the attic... it makes years it wasn't cleaned!'' Rita agreed and went up to the attic. After all, she always loved to be up there, it was always full of surprises and such. As she opens the dusty staircase to the attic, she felt that this visit would be more enchanting than usually...
Memories flow in her mind. Her first soccer ball, old dusty schoolbooks, pretty much all of her youth. As she begins to dust the place, she trips over a rather heavy chest. It looked like those old Earth treasure chests she saw in her History book. It was completely sealed, but the locks were extremely rusty. She thought she could easily rip off the lock, but it burned her hands when she touched it. At first, she thought she was crazy, but she looked at her fingers and actually was burned. As if the locks were purified by the Great Ones. She then tries to cut the lock open with a laser knife, but the knife blew off in her hand, almost injuring her. Shocked, she finally inspects the lock: the hole in it looked familiar... familiar...? Wait, of course! Her familiy crest! She took her neck pendent that she always cherished and inserted it into the lock. The chest begins to react... it shakes violently, rocking faster and faster, until a loud bang is heard and the pendent is dissolved. It was a replica? She should've known.... yet, the chest reacted to it, she probably wasn't too far from the truth!
She knew that her father kept the original family jewel in his room. She quickly goes downstairs,but her mother is blocking her path. She looked stern and mad, which she never was. ''If you know what is good for you, young lady, you will stay away from that chest. There are some secrets that are better off sealed.''''H--How did you...''''I am your mother, young lady, I know everything. Now, get back up there and go dust the attic before you create any more mess.''
