Shepherd Bay County, Eagle Cape Village. Seven o'clock in the evening.
The sunset outside the window had already fallen, and the cold storm that accompanied The Wild Hunt's arrival swept through the area.
In Hayna's home, the whole family gathered in the blacksmith shop ablaze with flames. The fire, ignited by the Fire Spirit, dispelled the chill, and the people huddled together, surrounding the diminutive young Sherlock.
"—Give it a try, Arthur. It has a bit of your own hard work in it too,"
The Master Magnetic Hammer encouraged as he handed the staff to Sherlock.
Sherlock paused before it dawned on him. He had almost forgotten that he was using the alias Arthur Conan Doyle in Eagle Cape Village.
He looked down at it—it was a staff that looked anything but impressive, black as a tree burned to charcoal, with a hint of sparks amid the darkness.
The young Sherlock slowly took the staff with both hands and planted it on the ground.
