Timothy The V Monologue

I was lying down on my deathbed, surrounded by my family, I told them that I wanted to tell a story, a story that I wanted them to know about. I Timothy the V was born into a family of poverty in the year 1657. As a young lad I grew up very poor, we never had much as you can imagine, but much is better than nothing. My mum and dad couldn't afford to send me to school so every single day me and my dad will go to work at the mines. The little money that we managed to gather we were barely able to buy anything and sometimes nothing at all. As I was working with my dad in the mines, a young lad came up to me and said “can you lend a hand?” Of course I said yes. As I and the lad were walking I asked him what he needed help on and he replied “There
As I started walking away the young lad says “wait up” so I did, he says “ I never got your name” I said “My name is Timothy the V and yours is” he replied “Kilu, At Your Service”. Kilu and I came from the same background and thus had much in common, we became best friends, inseparable. Kilu and I were explorers trying to find treasure or valuable jewels because we both wanted a taste of wealth. Kilus Grandpa told us about a mythical item that could be sought out in the world's deepest mine. Kilu asked his grandpa if there was any map that could lead us to that item, Kilu grandpa said “yes but you will need to find it”. It took Kilu and I many years to be able to find the map, but luckily we managed to locate it in a small town. We asked a local where we could find this mythical map, He looked at us scared and pointed towards a white Shiny Rock, There were instructions carved into the rock. Kilu and I started to pack the necessities that we both would need, not knowing that only one of us would come out alive. The mine had so much depth to it that it took us 5 hours to arrive at the specified location. We were both shocked, there was nothing, just a wall of