Julian wakes up on the next day. He's very tired from yesterday. He goes outside and sees a few people walking around.
Julian is looking for an old man named Poppy. Poppy is the one who raised him since he was little. Julian walks around the village for a couple of minutes.
He reaches the house where Poppy lives. He knocks on the door.
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No one answers. He knocks on the door again louder.
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No one answers. "He must be at the port," Julian thinks to himself.
He walks to the port and walks down the path. He sees Poppy buying something from a merchant.
"POPPY!" Julian yells to get his attention.
Poppy looks to his left and sees Julian waving his hand. He goes up the Julian and says in a soft but also in an old voice, "Hey Julian what do ya need."
Julian quickly responds "I need to show you something."
"Ohh, what do ya need to show me. Is it one of those weird inventions you were making a few weeks ago?" Poppy replies.
"NO, it's something I found when I climbed the mountain to get the little opening. I went in a found a few stuff." Julian said with excitement.
"Ohh did you? Let me see these things you have found." the Merchant that was trading with Poppy said.
"Alright I'll show you too then." Julian replied.
Julian went back up the path and to his house. He opened the door and showed them the journal and wings.
"Hey those wings looks like the thing you were building a few weeks ago." Poppy said in a surprised manner.
"No I found them in the opening. I could never build something as amazing as that." Julian said to defend him finding it.
"The only proof you seem to have is this journal. But you still have a lack of evidence." the merchant said.
"Fine then I'll show you guys. Follow me to climb the mountain and you'll discover what was in there."
"Alright I'll go then, but the old man probably shouldn't since he is an old and frail man."
"Alright then follow me." Julian replied.
The merchant followed Julian as he led them across the bridge and towards the mountain. They started to climb slowly. After a few hours they take a stop at a small ledge.
"Yo, why did you even come up here in the first place to the opening. I know you were probably just curious but with the dangers of falling to your death just why did you do this?" the merchant asked.
Julian a second later replied, "To be honest, I... just wanted to know. Not to make myself famous in this village but just for myself. Just to make sure I know and when I die I don't regret not going up here."
"So you did this for yourself. That's nice" the merchant replied while looking down at the village. "I'm done resting, lets go to it."
After an hour they finally reach the opening. The merchant looking around is very surprised. He sees a lot of stuff he could sell and gain a fortune.
"Wait!" Julian says with strict voice. "This wasn't here yesterday." As he points to the sword at the corner of the room.
Julian goes to pick it up. He approaches slowly just in case something is near. He picks it up and in sheaths it. He holds it with a strong grip and swings down. Frushhh. A giant crescent shaped fire appears going the same direction as Julian swung.
"Wowww, I've never seen any weapon that can do that. To be honest most of the stuff in this room does look magical." the merchant says.
"But the only thing that matters is that this wasn't here yesterday." Julian says with a stare that says he's anxious.
"Well, you've shown me enough proof so lets leave." the merchant says.
Julian attaches the sword to his belt. They start to climb back down, after a few hours they make it back to the bridge. Once they walk across it Julian leads them to Poppy's house.
They give a loud knock. No one answers. They do it again. No one answers.
"YO POPPY WE'RE BACK, JULIAN AND THE OTHER DUDE!" Julian screams.
Still no answer.
"Fine then we'll just break the door open." the merchant says.
Whosh, the merchant gives a strong kick and the door bust open. The both of them see a tall, shirtless, muscular man with a one-sided ji halberd. On the floor is Poppy with his neck and face covered in blood. And at the door step Poppy's severed arm.
"He talked to the village to much about the opening and the items from it, so he had to die." the man said.