"Kill..."
The dagger makes a thud as it falls out of your hands and onto the floor. Celeste rubs her eyes before rising groggily, looking at you with as much concern as she can muster after just waking up.
"You okay Morgan?"
"The dagger, it talked to me." That seems to shock Celeste awake, running over to bundle the dagger up again.
"Was there anything else?"
"I had a nightmare, there was...so much blood and death." You hesitate and decide not to tell Celeste about her role in your dream. She freezes a few seconds before continuing covering the dagger, standing up once she's finished.
"Come on, we need to get you some protection." She leaves the room and you follow her, feeling exhausted from your less than restful sleep.
"What's happening?"
"It's trying to corrupt you, it must sense you have magical potential. I can't train you in that but..." She leads you into her workshop and drops the dagger on a table. "I should be able to make something to help with it."
"Corrupt me? I thought it was just some ritual thing!"
"It is, or it was. I think this thing has seen a lot more bloodshed than I thought." You sit down as Celeste goes to work, the room is almost silent as she works with only occasional footsteps from outside. You try to keep watching Celeste but you soon feel your eyelids growing heavy...
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