CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT.

TROY’S POV.

I opened the door letting Blue inside. It was the room where my dad had kept some of his possessions before he died. I have not been inside here for a while and I felt nostalgic.

“What are we doing here?” Blue asked, “You never wanted me in this room,”

“Yep but I think it’s important now,” I said walking to where there was a pile of boxes, and underneath was an old wooden chest.

I removed all the boxes out of my way and brought out a sword from it, carved by the finest blacksmith, and showed it to Blue.

“What’s that got to do with anything,” Blue asked, placing both hands on her side.

“It belongs to my uncle,” I said.

“ Okay, and? Do you intend to use it to fight off the enemies? Because we have to know who they are before we can fight them.”

“Look,” I said while showing Blue the fine craft design embedded on the swords. “You see what is written here?”

Blue eyes widen in surprise as she reads the words “Deep in the assay,”

“Exactly,” I answered proudly and carefully