_{by jaymamma.}

I believe we will find the camp tomorrow. We have been all over these hills. The dwarf is grateful and intends to turn the tragedy into a catalyst to change his life and pursue a new life. I can admire that, were it that easy. I may have told my story if not for the dwarves presence. I would rather tell it out here in the wilds, and not risk it heard by prying ears in town. The goblin knew of it and did not turn on me, I hope the party does not as well. At this point I just want to get it out there, they know the worst of it already my recount should only serve to soften the blow. I pushed out the thoughts as I admired the motes of dust floating away from our fire. They caught the starlight shining from above as they passed me and traveled along the wind. I admired the gold and ash coloring as they wished by. Gold ? Aurum? Why did that matter enough for my mind to seize on itself, as it often did when I tried to remember something, or an occurrence triggered a memory I did not know I had. Ash the color of shadow, or Umbra? Gold and shadow why did that matter.

Umbra? Aurum? UMBRA-AURUM. There it was The phrase I was trying to remember without remembering. What did it mean? A flash entered my mind one I had seen before. In ravenloft passing a mirror with my unknown allies, this time however it was not Curse-bringer I carried. It was a glaive, not the warglaive I had used to lay waste to Ely. A full glaive staff and all. The bladed portion was as composed of shadow much like cursebringer. Except where I held the shaft, it was dark wood, it’s grain was very particular, wood from fey tended groves “Fey-Grain” they called it. A sought after and very hard to come by material outside hearths of the fey. Where my hand held it gold irradiated along the weapon, traversing the shaft and framing the the dark shadow head in golden radiance.

What was this? What did it mean why did i have different memories of the same events?

I felt Dare’s gaze, then Mystics, Mircarri still snored loudly. They stood and I realized they were not looking at me directly. No, they were looking at my hand. In it was a Glaive Umbra-Aurum. 

Mystic gasped and whispered something that sounded like “The Aurous Blight”

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle. I’m still exploring the depths of my power with summoning weapons”

“It resembles the Auros-Blight but It can not be the actual weapon, it was destroyed wholly and unequivocally. “I was there”

I looked at her. ” I know it or think I know it as the Umbra-Aurum.

Dare nodded. and I as “The Phantasmal Halycon” The radiant shadow slayer of Fiend and Angels the only weapon to ever exist as proof against both. Created by the Fey to use against the fiends and celestials should they need. The creation of the weapon however was what caused them to need it in the first place.

Mystic chimed in. ” Yes, it was stolen by a rogue who made use of the weapon, once the celestials, and demons became aware of it they demanded it be destroyed to maintain peace. It was hunted down and destroyed by a triumvirate of fey, angel, and demon.

“I know” said dare “I fulfilled the bounty and returned it. 

Mystic looked at him. “So we have crossed paths before then unknowingly”

My head spun. then the dizziness, and next I remember dare was holding me up by my arm. The Glaive had dissapeared.

Mystic steadied me from the other side and sat me back down on the log. 

“How do you know of the weapon?”

“I am not sure”

“You don’t know or won’t tell.

Her eyes narrowed looking for deception.

“No’ I don’t remember. I think you know that Mystic”

“Maybe, but there is much we do not and yo delay in the telling”

“Lets dispose of the orcs and outside earshot of the dwarf and I will tell.

“You had better, I consider that a promise now sister”

“It is I replied’

Dare just shrugged. 

They returned to their bedrolls, probably feigning sleep.

I summoned the weapon. The only difference between the memory and its presence  now was there was no gold, not a speck.