The Vases were at least 90 kilograms, I was already exhausted by moving one. While a weak and half hearted attempt at lifting a second vase I lost my balance and hit a shelf off the wall causing a load thud to echo through the cabin.
There it was a small felt case covered in dust it looked somewhat cheap. I was already exhausted so I might as well open the case and give my self a break, my brain tried to comprehend what I saw. A dagger with a weird hilt and blade, almost like a snake and some pictures of the same old lady and Young boy, the pictures got younger as the boy loomed older and then it was just the boy which had become a young man, no old lady on sight.
In a small brown package behind the last photo was a rusted and old ring, I was lacking any clues to what this place was or is but I felt like this ring was an anchor to what will happen to me in the future, I slip the ring onto my ring finger, a faint glow comes from the ring and the over sized ring now become a perfect fit. This was the first relic.
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