My eyes scanned the night sky as I walked backed to my apartment, my hands in the pockets of my black jacket. I started to get a little giddy as I got closer to my apartment building. My hands brushed against the ancient artifact in my jacket, one I just bought with the money I have been saving for nearly a year. As I got closer to my door my excitement got the better of me as I nearly broke down my door entering and slamming it shut once I was in, almost immediately hearing the protest of my neighbor.
"Sorry" I yelled
After hearing my neighbor calm down a bit a pulled out the precious item out of my pocket so I could gaze at it. A beautifully crafted knife.
The knife was in black sheath with a strap to keep the knife in place, a crescent moon on the top part of the sheath. The handle was a fine black obsidian with different markings along the side of the handle. The blade was a pristine silver with a similar marking on the bottom.
I smiled as I held the blade, but I was curious of what the markings meant. Placing the knife on my desk, I opened my laptop to search markings and symbols
I sighed as I closed my laptop , not finding anything after and hour. I looked down at the knife in my hands. I smiled knowing that after a year I finally had this knife in my hands. I don't know why I wanted it so much, something was just drawing me to it.
I got out of my chair and went to the side of a bookcase pulling out the back part revealing an array of white arms. A great sword , 2 longswords, 6 daggers, a double-edged scythe, 2 polearms and many knifes.
I placed the knife in a special hook which fitted perfectly. I took a step back and smiled at my collection. I pushed back the back part of the bookcase. I yawned, tired from being up at 2 am
About to go and get ready for bed, I heard a strange humming coming from my desk. As I looked at the desk I found that I the sheath , having forgotten to place the knife into it, was making the strange humming noise
As I got closer to the desk I found the sheath was glowing. I was about to pick up the sheath to examine it. As soon as I touched it the sheath immediately stopped glowing and humming. I stared at the black holder for a bit longer before hesitantly picking it up, looking through every edge of it but finding nothing but the crescent moon.
I opened the hidden collection and placed the knife in its sheath and put it back on its hook. I closed the hidden wall again and sat on the couch, thinking about what just happened.
What was that humming? What was that glowing? Why did it glow? What did it mean?
These questions and many more ran through my head as I slowly fell asleep on my couch, welcoming the much needed slumber