Timothy approached the chest tentatively, his hand hesitating before finally tracing the intricate lines of the family crest adorning its lid. With a mixture of awe and anticipation, he gently lifted the lid, revealing the treasure nestled within, A faded letter, penned with care that read:
To My Beautiful Grandson
As I write these words, my heart aches with sorrow, knowing that I must bid you farewell so suddenly. Please forgive me for leaving without proper explanation, but my sisters now need me by their side, and duty calls me to their aid.
But know this, my dear one: though I may be physically distant, I am never far from your thoughts and prayers. In my absence, I have sent you a guardian, a guiding light to help you on your journey of self-discovery. Trust in their wisdom and guidance, for they are there to support you in uncovering the truth about who you are and what I am.
I urge you, my precious grandson, not to waste your youth dwelling on my departure or obsessing over the mysteries of our family's past. Life is too short to be consumed by sorrow and unanswered questions. Instead, embrace each day with joy and laughter, seize every opportunity to experience new adventures, and cherish the bonds of friendship and love that surround you. Respect and love your mentor he is the only one you can truly trust even though sometimes he will seem untrustworthy but believe me when I say he will protect and love you like his own brother.
Remember, my dear one, that I am always with you in spirit, watching over you with love and pride. Until we meet again, may you find peace and fulfillment on your journey, and may your days be filled with light and happiness.
With all my love,
Your Grandmother
Even after he was done with the letter Timothy still stared at it for a long while before a lone tear made its way down his face. Finally placing the paper down Timothy's attention shifted to the chest in his hand and inside he found an old dusty ring. The old, dusty ring appeared to have weathered centuries, its once intricate designs now faded into obscurity, and its surface was marred by time's relentless touch. The metal bore the patina of age as if it had witnessed countless epochs pass by, and its gem, once brilliant, now lay dull and clouded, a silent testament to forgotten tales.
Despite its aged appearance, the ring exuded an undeniable aura of power, as if it held within it the echoes of ancient magics long forgotten. Its presence seemed to whisper of untold secrets and dormant energies waiting to be awakened by his hands, 'I can feel it, The ring it's calling me.' Timothy thought to himself as he felt drawn to the ring the longer he stared at it. Soon his hand moved to grab the ring and as Timothy's fingertips brushed against the aged ring, a mysterious energy pulsed forth, banishing the dust and revealing the hidden beauty of its craftsmanship, while the gem burst into a dazzling display of light.
With a gentle yet firm pressure, the ring encircled his digit, fitting perfectly as if it had been molded for him alone. As it settled into place, a sensation spread out from his finger to the rest of his body, no one words could describe the sensation but Timothy somehow felt that this was the way it was supposed to be. And on the ring two words appeared carved neatly and elegantly releasing a faint indigo glow "Plague Doctor" Timothy stared at the words on the ring for a short while confusion etched on his face.
"Is that all you can do? So all that light show was for nothing? The strange sensation? Oh shit, well I will keep you anyways since Nana left you behind I will cherish you for as long as I live." Timothy spoke to the ring and just when he was about to move his attention back to the spring a deep lazy voice rang out: "Do not make promises you cannot keep kid."
Timothy was visibly startled, his eyes widened in surprise as a bewildered expression crossed his face, his body tensing involuntarily at the unexpected sound echoing within his mind. His gaze darted around nervously, searching for the source of the disembodied voice, while his hands instinctively reached up to clutch at their temples, as if trying to block out the unsettling sensation. With each word spoken by the unseen speaker, his disbelief and unease grew, manifesting in the trembling of his limbs and the furrowing of his brow, as they struggled to comprehend the inexplicable occurrence unfolding within their mind. 'The ring!' Timothy quickly noticed the source of the voice and tried to take off the ring but tried he may the ring didn't budge
"What the heck? Why won't you come off? !" Timothy snapped as fear was slowly making its way towards his heart. The ring was stuck to his finger, refusing to come off.
"Relax kid there's no need to worry, if only you would come down and let me explain some few things to you....again." The lazy voice spoke once again and this time Timothy managed not to freak our when he heard the voice, keeping his breathing calm and trying not to freak out. But his expression gave away his current feelings, utterly horrified.
"You are relaxed? Good, now first things first you can call me Richard and I am your rune artifact, The Eternal Covenant."