Arodin Chronicles

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Fredrick? Hey Fredrick, wake up!" I woke up to see Iren standing over me like a bird of prey. I sat up and looked at my surroundings, I had apparently fell asleep on a park bench while looking for more odd creatures. Then I realized, my goggles! Where are my goggles? I felt the top of my head to see if they were there which, thankfully, they were. "Oy, get up! What are you sleeping out here for?" I opened my mouth and was about to tell her all about the goggles, but then I realized just how crazy it would sound. I couldn't tell her. Not here at least, not now. I would have to show her later, in private. "Oh hi Iren, I was just out for a walk and I..uhhh...got tired so I took a nap here?"
"You slept there all night didn't you?"
"Yeah" I admitted.
There was a bit of a long awkward pause as I waited for a reply.
"Anyway, I was going to the market to pick up some things for me and my dad, do you need anything?"
"No, but uhhh," I needed to think of some place to show her. Not somewhere in public. I'd rather not have people thinking we were both crazy. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on another airship ride with me?" She was a little suspicious of my request, but then again I don't blame her. If I found my friend sleeping out on a park bench, who then proceeded to ask me out, I would also be a little confused. Luckily however, She shoved off the awkwardness and agreed. "Yeah sure. That sounds like fun. I'll meet you out by your ship when I'm done at the market, should be some time around 11:00."
"Awesome." I replied, then she walked off towards the market. I really quickly asked however; "Hey what do you even need from the market anyway?" She pulled out a small notepad. "Let's see, my dad asked me to get, glue, rat poison, traps,..."
"Is he still having rat problems?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's actually kind of funny." She smirked, and went on her way. What to do now, I wondered. I decided to head back to my house and look at my grandfather's old notebooks again. Now I understood what they were, the journals were like a big list of all the things that my grandfather found. Back home, at my desk, I opened the first journal in the pile labeled with a crudely drawn 1. The journal was rather large like a history book but the pages were filled with drawings and descriptions of monsters. Some of the pages were just weird, random creatures. Like one of the entries was a "Trock". All it said was that it was a tree-rock. Huh, maybe my grandpa was crazy. As I was paging through the notes I found something that grabbed my attention. One of the entries was labeled as a Roaming Golem. I read the writing that was under the picture. It read;

Roaming golems are creatures who were created by their master, whoever they may be, which later died in battle or by other means and left the golems without a master. The golems, no longer having any purpose, were supposed to die with their master but there were those who lived on without them, leaving the golems to roam the worlds aimlessly searching for their master, or even just a purpose.

There also seemed to be small notes underneath the description which theorized that maybe golems were used in the War of Minuas between the North and Far East countries. Marcus had taught me a little bit about the War of king Minuas back when I was younger. King Minuas and the rest of the north wanted the East to stop threatening them into giving taxes, goods, and even slaves to the east so Minuas lead a rebellion and eventually overthrew the east and was able to reclaim the north. Minuas became king of the north and the entire Eastern county basically fell. There were a few small towns here and there but any major cities or businesses there had fallen. Marcus had taught me plenty about history but he never mentioned golems. I continued to flip through the pages until I reached about half way through the journal and stopped, all the rest of the pages were empty. I kept paging back until I found the last entry. The last thing I saw was just something I couldn't make out. There was only the word "Bew" and a majority of the page was stained a reddish brown. I closed the journal and put it back on my desk. I went back into the box and felt something short and seemed to be made with metal and leather. I pulled out what seemed to be some kind of sword hilt, with a button on the side. The hilt was made out of some kind of gold or bronze metal, and the leather seemed to be really old. To be safe, I pointed the hilt away from me and pressed the button. Nothing happens at first but then after a few clicks, a long bronze-gold blade came out of the top just as suspected. I could tell that the blade was old but it was still seemed very sharp with the exception of a few nicks here and there. I need to stop going through my grandpa's stuff I thought. The more I look, the more I realize how much I don't know about him. It was actually kind of scary. Why did he need a sword? Sure it's cool, but I'm still concerned. It's cool, maybe it's just an antique? I thought to my self. Or maybe it was to fend of some kind of creature that he found? I mean a lot of the monsters in the journal looked like they might be troublesome. That made sense I guessed. I clicked the button again and put it in my satchel. Not the best place to put a sword but at least it fit, rather conveniently actually. I took the journal and a few other necessities and put them in my bag as well. Iren was probably almost done shopping by now so I grabbed my stuff and headed to the docks.