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// Prophetic Inspiration 
// Story: Cursed Reliquary 
// by Khanathara 
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Clang

Sparks fly from heated metal,

Clang

Voices three sing to me,

Clang

Short of stature, and tall of power,

Clang

I drop my hammer til late of hour,

Clang

Their song cause my mind to sting like nettle,

Clang

Yet I continue to their glee,

Clang

Though I stair at them with a glower,

Clang

For their might is under mine, like grass to a tower,

Clang

Soon they realize, and down they settle,

Clang

So I won't consume them like zea,

Clang

My payment I desire, so they search and scour,

Clang

So they may grow, like plants on a bower,

Clang

And through blood three amulets are made for thee.


(000)


I shot up in my bed with a start. Inspiration had struck me in a dream, a dream that was fading rapidly. But the inspiration wasn't.

I got out of bed and looked out the window so as to tell the time, moon is setting and I can just make out the sun over the horizon. Early, early morning. Good, that will give me time to work on design and gather money for what I need. I went down stairs and shut myself in my work room, something told me I would want three of these made in less than a week.

A few hours of drawing up designs later and I have the lay out for what I want to make, I have my money I'll need gathered, and it is now late enough in the day to go out and get the supplies I'll need. Making my way out I see Catrina manning the counter as expected and let her know that I'm going out.

Alright, first things first, to the Blacksmith.

Making my way through town is rather easy as most of the people move out of my way either out of reverence or fear. I don't really care which, it makes my life easier. Though it could be the determined and focused look on my face as well. When someone is on a mission they can be quite terrifying.

Arriving at the blacksmith's place I make my way around back as it is quite easy to tell he is working on something from the clang of his hammer. "BLACKSMITH!" I yelled over the noise.

"The names Grover!" He yelled back at me. "If you want to be specific it's Grover Kng."

"I know. I don't care. You are a blacksmith, therefor you are Blacksmith. Now, I need thees three molds made in less than three days." I said while making sure to cutoff the oddly formal griffin before he could get angry with me for being a dick. "How much am I paying you for them."

"Three hundred for the molds and an additional two hundred for the supplies. And I can have them done in two days." He said looking over the three mold sketches I made.

"Excellent, I'll hold you to that. Here's a thousand, now I have other things I need to do. Good day to you sir."

Second things second to the clothing store to see if they have silk, and if not then to the general supplies store or the market.

Making way to the clothing store took a bit more time as I didn't remember where it was and had only been there once. But, I did make it in decent time.

"Why, hello Nox. I trust that my sister is being treated well." The paper colored Abyssinian named Opal-something or other greeted as I came in.

"I haven't touched her if that is what you are referring to."  I replied with a dead stair. "Do you have any silk? I am in need of some for something I need to make."

"Silk? Silk is rather expensive and the most we've been able to get is a single spool of ribbon. In other words, you would be paying a rather hefty amount for it."

"Two thousand," I say setting a bag of the local currency on the counter. "And I will take a few years off of Catrina's indentured servitude for the entire spool."

Without saying anything she reached under the counter and set the spool on top. Grabbing it I turned and left, mentally noting to take two years off of Catrina's six.

Now back to the shop for the third thing I need.

As I walked in to the shop I saw three short horse people, or as they are properly known, Ponies. There was one of each of the three 'Tribes'. The Pegasus was orange, orange, and more orange. The Unicorn was blue with the face of a ditz. And the 'Earth Pony,' also known as the basic bitches, was purple and looked like she was trying to hard to be gloomy and intimidating and was therefor failing utterly.

The thing that got my attention the most however was the fact that they where singing some song about getting things for free from Catrina, and the fact that my brain went numb just from hearing them tells me that absolutely no magic is involved at all. Sarcasm intended.

Well, this sets my plans back some. Time to beat the bitch out of some bitches. Then make somethings for them to buy as I am pretty sure they were what that dream was telling me about.