He led us outside and around to the back of the house. There, there was a large wooden trunk. As he opened it, I was there was some firewood inside, pretty normal for this time, but he quickly started taking all the wood out and stacking it on the damp ground.

"I think I left it in here a little bit ago." He said, still piling wood. We watched as he go to the bottom and there was still nothing. "Well, I don't really know cause after all this time, you don't really remember what you actually did and what reset." He then, surprisingly nonchalantly, went to a corner where the bottom of the box was too short to actually reach, and then picked up the entire bottom panel, revealing a small square pit underneath. Inside were a bunch of rusted swords and weapons.

"Here we are!" Calibri finally remarked, pulling out a sword and scabbard. "One of you take it. I only have two more, though, so I'm not getting one."

"It's fine," I replied, "I found another sword a while back," I replied, unsheathing my sword with the nice sound of metal on metal. Calibri turned around at the sound, looked, and then widened his eyes as if I had just showed him the most rare thing in the universe.

"My, goodness," he voice, "How in the blazes did you get that?" He ran over to me and took my astonishing sword from my hands.

"I've had it hidden for months," I replied inquisitively, "What's special about it?"

"It's the symbol in the hilt, you see it?" He pointed at an engraving where the handle met the blade. It showed a powerful lion and a majestic swan over a shining ball held up by two hands. I had seen it and contemplated it many times, and yet it didn't seem special.

"Yeah, what's special about it?" I asked.

"The swan and the bear represent power and control, sort of like a yin-yang, and the flaming ball in the middle represents power, held up by the hands of god." I looked at Calibri, very confused. How was this special? "The balance of peace and power represents the democracy of those days and the hands of god represent the land's monotheistic religion." I was still very confused. We hadn't been ruled by a democracy in decades, and our religion had always had three gods, one to represent humans, one for monsters, and one Creator of both lower gods.

"But I thought our religion was always tritheistic." I questioned.

"It has been for a very long time, but skeletons don't age and I've been around for a very long time. There was a time where the line between human and monster was blurred so much they were virtually the same thing. Humans just started as a normal monster species, but quickly grew into something else. At that time, there was only one god. And yet democracy was still decades, maybe a century after that, and fell not too long after. It fell at least 200 years ago. The only way it could have served in a condition looking that good was if... if it couldn't have been destroyed at all."

I looked down at the old, rusted sword. It didn't look like it was in good condition at all, yet maybe he was right. That would mean... "Wait, if it can't be destroyed, would that make it an... artifact?" Thalia asked.

"Wait, how do you know of the artifacts?" Calibri suddenly asked, "Do you have another one?"

I looked at Thalia. She looked at me and paused. Last time we had trusted someone like this, he sent us down a river and almost killed us. Yet, after a little bit, she reluctantly nodded. "We might want to go inside." I then breathed.