I gasp as my antlers melt a bit more. I try to re-shape them the best I can, but they become globby and deformed. "Ugh, I'll have to repair them with the extra silver from the plaque..." I sadly say. I watch the hut burn more.
(I could do that later. For now, I'm going to be a lone wolf. *elbow nudges wolf*)
I begin to doze off, and dream about making more weapons, tools, and armors when I finally finish my shop. But there was something strange... My horns weren't the usual silver; They instead shone brightly in the light. They were made out of platinum!
Something is coming towards me?
My dagger! Why is it not in my backpack?
Where IS my backpack?
It's coming faster. Straight at me.
I can't move!
My family's dagger will kill me!
HELP!
The dagger is gone. It burned before it hit me.
It's getting lighter? What is so bright?
I can't see!
A...a plaque? My plaque?
My platinum plaque...
Why did I lie to him, and tell him that it was silver...
I don't know...