Jack had just gotten out of the medical ward and was going to the cabin to pick up the other two
weapons. The captain was also trying to find a planet that they could land on as their water and food
was at critical levels and need filling.

Jack walk in to has cabin and look at the cast on his bed, he started to think what he was doing when
the blade that he had sheathed to his hip began to speak.

“Jack the two daggers in that box are my brother and sister…” the blade stopped to try and think of
the right words. “Jack?”

“Yes, is something wrong?” Jack asked with a look of concern in his face.

“No, nothing is wrong it’s just, that we were created to server the high king himself, I’m not sure
how the other two will talk to you, also if you wield them wrong they can cut you if you let your will
falter.” The blade told jack this as he opened the case, jack was now slightly scared he did not know
what they were capable of.

“Thanks Zar’roc, I forgot to ask this, but what do you and your siblings do?” asked Jack as he started
to look at the dagger, they were the same colour as Zar’roc but they also seem to have the strange
living metal that the blade was wrapped in for the first time.

“Ok, if you must know, my real name is aureus vermiculus or golden crimson in you native tongue.”
“I increase the strength of any one that wields me, but they have to be Umbrain, as you are one of
them you can hold me, but I do have one more power, but I cannot say.” The blade stopped for a
moment for Jack to take all the information in, be for he continued.

“So what your saying is that the only reason that I can pick you up is because your increased my
strength.” Jack said in amazement. “Ok what do your siblings do?”

“Well Khazid’hea or cutter, tries to find the strongest fighter it comes across. It once belonged to
Bruenor Battlehammer daughter. It can cut through anything from a piece of paper to the hardest
thing on your planet, but she died of a grave illness, the dagger of course grow fond of her, lost itself
with grief and broke itself in half giving, one half to a new wield with its mined and giving the other
to the blacksmith.” As the blade finsied talking Jack look at the dagger trying to figure out which one
was Khazid’hea.

“The other dagger is the Forsaken one and he is the one that you have to watch out for.”

“Ok and why must I do that exactly?” Jack asked still trying to figure out which one was which.

“Because he bind himself to the wield until you die, he uses your own blood to make itself stronger
and he alone has had more than a thousand wields, and every time the wielder die’s he keeps the
strength, But this trade is not without a fair trade by giving blood to him he protects the wielder
from damage by moving by itself to block the strike, of course he will not move sometime when he
fell the user has become too reliant on him.”

“Thanks now which one is which?” Jack ask with a bit of rudeness is his voice.

“Ok the left one if forsaken the right one is Khazid’hea, but be warned when you pick them up you
will go in to a coma, as they will both want to test your strength if you die in the in the test you die
in real life, if your get injured in the test you will be injured in real life.” The blade was no silent and
Jack thought that he was just sulking but he could not be further from the truth.

“Ok then let get this party started then.” Jack said aloud as he picked up the two weapons.

Had opened his eye and he was in the same room that he was in when he picked up the blade the
first time.