The St. Germain Diaries

This is a short Novel for children aged 9-14

 

Excerpt from the first chapter:

“Long ago there lived a man who attended the council of Nicaea. Many hundreds of years later he influenced the poet Dante. Hundreds of years after that he breezed into the inner circle of Louis the 15th. A virtuoso violinist, a master of medicine and a student of all wisdom. He never needed a bite of food to live for he had discovered the secret of Alchemy. He had created an elixir and carried it with him through oceans of time in a time-piece. Because when one drinks of this fantastic potion, one never dies.”

Day 270

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe it! I knew this place must have secrets, but I wasn’t expecting this. I snuck out after lunch to go to the library. I climbed in through the vent, like I always do. I just found the book I was reading last week when I saw that there was another vent on the other side of the library. There are no doors there, just more bookcases. I had to stack a lot of books on top of each other to reach the grate but I did it and got through. On the other side was an office. But more like an old office than a new one, I think it’s called a study. There were paintings on the wall, very old ones that all had men who looked like doctor Germain. I guess it must be his ancestors; he owns this castle so his family must be rich. Anyway, I was looking at the desk and the big clock that stood in the middle. It looks a little like a number eight figure as did the one in the hallway, but this one looked older and smaller. That is when I saw the papers. There were many strange drawings and weird words in strange languages. Only one passage was in English and it was underlined. I copied it and here is what it said:

“Long ago there lived a man who attended the council of Nicaea. Many hundreds of years later he influenced the poet Dante. Hundreds of years after that he breezed into the inner circle of Louis the 15th. A virtuoso violinist, a master of medicine and a student of all wisdom. He never needed a bite of food to live for he had discovered the secret of Alchemy. He had created an elixir and carried it with him through oceans of time in a time-piece. Because when one drinks of this fantastic potion, one never dies.”

How weird is that? I mean, it sounds like a cool story, but it can’t real be, right? I found a secret door out of the study; the back was one of the bookcases. I must go back there tomorrow and find out more!

Oh, I almost forgot: the same words that are carved in the big entrance hall were carved into the small clock on the desk, but in many different languages. English wasn’t even the last one, but there must have been at least 50 before it! “To live is to choose, so live until you choose otherwise.”

I’ll write more later!

Day 1

Dear Diary,

All my life I have spent in that stupid hospital, with the same stupid doctors and this same stupid illness that no one even has a name for. Now, all of a sudden I’ve been shipped out. My parents and my doctors told me this morning and off I was. They said that there was a doctor in another country that was researching rare illnesses and he might be able to help. But how can you research something that doesn’t even have a name? I bet they just wanted to get rid of me! They put me to sleep and before I knew it I was lying in this room. It doesn’t even look like a hospital. It looks old and smells like old books: all dusty and heavy.

This place is weird, and it’s not fair I have to go here all on my own! I never asked for this. They haven’t even packed my books so I’m bored. I’m still feeling tired from the drugs and no one is coming so I’ll just go back to sleep.

I’ll write more later.

Day 45

Dear Diary,

Nurse Phoebe got me more books this morning.

It’s still weird that I haven’t seen the doctor that is supposed to be examining me, but nurse Phoebe says he’ll be back soon. Back from where? I’m just glad that she is here to keep me company. She’s very nice, much nicer than all the nurses back home. The food she brings me tastes amazing and even the medicine I have to drink isn’t that bad. I asked nurse Phoebe where all the other nurses were and she said she was the only one. I also wanted to know where the other patients were, but she said I was the only one. I guess we’re just stuck with each other then.

I’ll write more later.

Day 78

Dear Diary,

I finally met the doctor! His name is doctor Germain (weird name) but he told me to call him Herman. He has a middle name too but I don’t even know how to spell that. He looks like a Herman, very tall and polite. He has black hair and a little beard. He said he’s very happy I’m here and that he has many plans for me. I don’t know what, but he seems very smart so I’ll trust him for now. We talked about my disease, and he seemed very interested. I think it might be true that he is trying to find a cure. He called me ‘obstreperous’ a few times, and I didn’t know what that meant. I asked him but he just smiled and brought me a dictionary. I’ve looked it up and it means that I’m stubborn and don’t listen to people that well. Looks like this doctor has been speaking to the doctors at home. Strange though, that he made me look it up instead of just telling me. He’s very different than all the other doctors I’ve ever met.

He also told me not to go wondering around the place. But he must have known I wouldn’t listen, being ‘obstreperous’ and all…

I’ll write more later.

Day 79

Dear Diary,

I snuck out! It was awesome! There is an enormous library downstairs. Seriously! It looks bigger than any I’ve ever seen, even in the movies. I took some books that looked interesting and I’m going to check them out tonight.

I’ll write more later.

Day 272

Dear Diary,

Nurse Phoebe has no idea I was gone last night. I don’t think she knows about the office either. I mean: a hidden door to a secret study? Awesome!

Day 273

Dear Diary,

The doctor found you! He wrote me a note. I knew the story was true. Unbelievable. I can’t wait to hear more. Here is the note:

Dear Francis,

 I’m delighted that you found my study, even though I told you not to wander. I’m also delighted that you keep a diary because I do the same. I must apologise for reading your private thoughts, but I quite enjoyed them. Hopefully you liked my clock better than the ones outside your room? Through writing in your diary you must see as I do: The greatest and most terrible timepiece is human memory. I’m so glad you write her down to keep her true. About the truth: I think I owe you some.

We are very alike, you and I. I was born on an island, just like you. And I was sent to the mountains, just like you. The mountains and the islands might have been somewhere different, but the experience was the same. I have only told my story to a few people in my life. But I think you deserve to know it, because the piece of writing you found barely scratched the surface.

Please join me in my office after dinner,

Yours sincerely,

Herman Coeus Germain

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