Jackson loved adventuring more than anything in the whole wide world , granted it did hurt and sometimes he got into trouble but to him it didn’t matter . He loved the adrenaline from doing parkour or a high zip line. 

As Jackson walked out of his house , presumably to do something adventurous then he noticed something, something unusual. The door to the door emporium as open , it was never open. So naturally, he went in. Entering he caught glimpses of wonders and intriguing gadgets , always sharpened pencils , ancient instruments he had never seen before, wondrous figures and collectibles. It was filled we things Jackson could only wish he owned.

But there was one specific thing that was drawing him to it , as if it was calling him. A chest. What was inside he did not know but he knew he just HAD to open it. Suddenly , from out of the blue a voice broke out

“ I see you’ve found my whimsical chest”. Jackson spun round to see an old man glaring back at him. He seemed to be holding something moving but what it was , he did not know.