My Father's Dagger

I walk into my room and open my dresser drawer, sitting on top of my clothes was my dads dagger, the one he had with him where ever he went. I pick it up, a piece of paper is tied to the hilt. I untie the paper and read my dad's hurried handwriting,
''Willow they have found me
And they will find Autumn
And you unless you retrace
Your steps you ran for years
Look into your past and
Remember. You are the key.''
-Love your father
My hands are shaking so hard and I can't make them stop.