Gemotions

The attic air tasted of old wood and something else… something promising. Daniel took a tentative step into the gloom. The shadows seemed to dance with the dust motes. A sudden heat flushed through him, making his skin prickle. He felt a nervous energy, a desire for…something. He could not place his finger on what.

A collection of old maps lay scattered on a shelf. He picked one up, tracing the faded lines with his finger. His eyes darted from place to place, his mind racing. He had to know where these places were. He needed to find them.

He felt the world tilt on its axis as he examined the map's details. He imagined all the adventures the previous owner must have gone on. He was desperate to learn the stories, to know the secrets of these lost places.