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I take the shiny substance out of my satchel where I had kept it during the run to my home. Bluesteel. Why did this bandit have it? Where did he get it? Is there more of it? Bluesteel.

My life became complicated with all the things I could do.

I could sell it, get lots of mithril. No more problems surviving! I could make it into a weapon, no more problems with bandits or assassins. Maybe I could melt it back down into its core components. Maybe... maybe... So many things I could do with this. I decide to put it next to my stone chest from Rockma. Rockma...

Rockma. Why do I keep remembering this?

It was my last trip I've had so far. Now rockma is declared too dangerous to go to. The Thornhus patrol it every day. I had to impale a guard with my chain knife and stab him with his own iron sword.

I glance across my hut. I still have that sword. I should burn that thing.

I walked into the large cave for the 6th time. The surroundings hadn't changed much since the last visit, there is just less iron there. Less and less every trip, the Runners would go here often to get iron with mithril picks and run out. I walked into my old house. Nothing had changed. The same table, half burnt. One chair remained upright, the rest tipped over, except for one, which was across the room. The stone chest was the last thing I wanted to bring to the house. Then I took the key out, and open the chest, looking at the contents. I already knew what was in there, and I counted all of the contents to make sure none of them were gone. They were all there. I shut the chest. then take the chest and the stolen sword, and run, almost getting shot a couple of times by guards patrolling the outside. One arrow hits the chest.

I run my hand over where the arrow hit the chest. A small dent had formed there. I still had the arrow also, right next to the sword.

I glance back and I see who had shot that arrow. None other than the head guard of Rockma himself had shot that arrow, Insignia, he calls himself. His arrows never miss. Except for that one shot. I was lucky that one day. He had a suprised expression on his face, though that changed into anger at me. He loads another arrow, but doesn't fire it. I get away on another stolen catamaran.

I grab the arrow. It has a black tip, which I assume is Teraphyx horn, and put it back on the shelf.

The scene changes again. I'm on Rockma, but when my parents were killed. In my mind, I look closer at my father, and realize I had missed something in all the years I had been horrified at this. He had a black arrow in his chest. Teraphyx horn. Insignia.

I know what I want to do with my Bluesteel now. I'll beat Insignia using his own arrow, and a bluesteel bow.