Time had left deep marks upon this arrow. Its exterior alone was a perfect work of art and an antique. Shade stared at the arrow in the mahogany box as whispers rose beside his ears. As the image of its arrowhead seemed to carve itself into his mind, those strange whispers and inexplicable thoughts urged him to immediately drive the arrow into his own heart.
Shade longed for the power of knowledge, and the arrow seemed to long for the Outlander gazing at it as well.
He took a deep breath and focused his mind, refusing to be influenced by the relic. When his outstretched finger touched the icy golden arrowhead, "her" voice sounded in his ear:
Thaumaturgy—Ancient Voice activated. You have learned a story from the First Epoch.
The ancient God of Wisdom had once joined the Sage of the Silver Moon in writing the myths of mortals upon the lands of the First Epoch. The Recorder silently recorded all things, while the mentor who guarded knowledge forged arrows of knowledge and power, sheltering mortals who sought light within lightless darkness. The Ancient God had once said, "Knowledge lies hidden in the world, wisdom concealed within the soul. The wise are like water and must eventually depart; fools are like fire, burning all things."
Even with Shade's exceptionally powerful Spiritual Power and his firm faith, directly touching this Sage Level Relic had left him needing tremendous resolve to close the box again after listening to "her" account.
"This item contains the power of the Ancient God Keeper of Secrets Mentor. One of the three requirements for the Chosen One Ritual has already been fulfilled."
He closed his eyes and tried his best to forget the whispers he had just heard, forcing the image of the arrow from