Nestor rolled out of bed and took a look out his window to check if his car is parked in the lot. He smiled with relief and walked down the stairs, out of his room.

   “We called your parents; they were so worried about you. I told them that I’ll ask you to call back if you feel better,” Nestor’s aunt said.

   “Thanks Aunt... I’ll call them now,” Nestor took his cell phone from his pocket and dialed to his parents. He explained to them about the lightning that struck the caves and the rocks fall over him and Joshua, but not the pixie and the loss of gravity.    

   “Don’t worry…….alright, I’ll take care mom…..what? I can’t go to college tomorrow? As you wish mom, come on mom, don’t cry. I am perfectly fine! Oh…tell dad not to worry too. Mom! I just need some plasters to stick on my head……….no, no stitches mom. Alright mom, don’t cry alright? I’ll take care of myself. Okay. Goodbye mom, I’ll call soon,” Nestor spoke to his mom on the other line. He called Joshua up and told him he would come over to stay at his house after dinner, as he needed to figure out the secret of the key, the secret of the painting.  

“That pixie told us that the key is the painting and how on earth are we gonna do magic, and turn this key into a painting?” Joshua stared hard at the key.

   “Can I take a look at the key? There must be a way for turning this key to the painting. Maybe we have to press the gemstone there,” Nestor pressed the gemstone, as the key swung up then widened itself into a huge painting. The painting fell rapidly onto the bed.

   The oil painting portrays a view from the mountains, facing down the whole area of an ancient, magnificent castle, with a beautiful garden and a forest surrounding it. The skies had clouds formed as an image of a winged horse, with an excellent brushstroke, and it was the most perfect, mystical artwork one has ever seen.
Gotcha! Wow! This painting is so wonderful!” Joshua exclaimed, “Look at the motivation, and the concept of the painting, unexplainable.”

   “The brush strokes are excellent. I could say that this is a pulchritudinous painting I have even seen.” Nestor praised.

   “The border carves something. Strange. They are the old runes!”  

     “Hold on, those runes, could it be the Anglo-Saxon runes. Luckily, I ever knew the runes of Anglo-Saxon runes when I was in freshmen back in High School!” Nestor stared hard at the runes and began to copy the runes down a piece of tracing paper. He converted each rune into English, and slowly got those words to sentences. The paper was filled with corrections and translation all over the sheet, while Joshua kept on reading his Chemistry book, for his test the next week. It took hours for Nestor to copy and edited those translations, writing it down into a clean sheet of paper. In the end, Nestor jumped up from the chair and snapped his fingers.

                  “Joshua, I figured them out!” Nestor exclaimed, and handed the sheet of English translation to Joshua. “It’s perfect! I figured those runes out! Read it out loud!”