The Masked Amity

 
My family and I weren't very close, but we still cared for each other a lot, even though we fought. During Summer, we'd visit the beach countless times, have BBQs throughout the year, and plan little trips to affordable places. It was nice most of the time. We normally wouldn't fight, just poke fun at each other, and everything was at peace.

In the mist of Autumn, we headed together out back into country land, far away from my life back in the city, visiting a house turned into a museum. A handful of family friends I couldn't remember the names of but knew their faces joined us along with an ever so humbled host.

The first corridor wasn't as we expected. It was splattered with splotchy, red blobs, intricate weaponry, shields, and armor all dedicated to Medieval times. One thing we didn't know was those blobs weren't paint or planned interior design. No, they were a mark of past events and the foreshadow what's to be held in the future. More importantly, our future.