It had been five years since Jack had seen his brother Aaron. Every day when he woke up and every night when he went to sleep, he would hear his brothers’ voice. “Don’t worry, Jack! I’ll find the ancient tower and be back before you can say, ‘treasure’!” And every evening, Jack would murmur, “Treasure.”

His brother Aaron was a treasure hunter. He never kept to himself though, whatever he could find, he would sell it and give the money to his mother. Jack and his family lived in the little neighborhood of Hearthtown. Hearthtown was famous for its evenings – a calming, purple hue, light up by the warm, orange glow of the candles hanging in the lampposts. And the stars were so clear. Jack would look up at the sky sometimes and see stories in the stars.

However, since his father died, Jack only had his mother and Aaron. And when Aaron disappeared, he only had his mother. When his father died, his mother, Diana, only had little money. She devoted her life to her children. When Aaron disappeared, she was broken. Although Jack loved Aaron, he lived in his shadow. Aaron was taller and more handsome than he was. Plus, he would always give his mom money whenever she needed it. All Jack did was ask for more stew at dinner and argue about his bedtime.

When Aaron disappeared, Jack tried his best to fill in his hole. He would find his mother staring at his picture on the kitchen counter in the late night, when he woke to get a glass of milk. She would ask him, “Why did he leave?” Jack knew what Aaron went looking for. He went looking for the Tower to the Heavens. It was stated in legend that hidden behind the Lost Mountains, there was a tower that would lead to the sky, where, “Angels would dance in the sky and sing!” according to Aaron. It was filled with great treasure. Anyone could think Aaron went searching for it out of greed. But Jack knew the real answer. He would whisper in her ear, “Because he loved you.”