Aries looked at the envelope in his hand and opened it. Revealing a crimson invitation. Just as Parker had said. As Aries opened it. He slowly grinned.
'That guy was strong. I hope there are more like him…though, he seemed kind of familiar. I don't think I've ever seen him before though.'
He sighed and walked home. The red envelope slightly hanging out of his hand. As he walked on the sidewalk. A woman walked past him. With flowing black hair. He looked at her face for a moment. And suddenly. He felt some kind of familiarity.
"Wait—"
The woman turned around. Her eyes were violet colored, odd. Just like his hair.
"Do I…do I know you?"
She tilted her head and looked confused.
"Uh…no, I don't think so."
"Oh…sorry, uh, I'm just mistaking you for someone I know…"
He walked off. He lied. He didn't know anyone who looked like that. Sure. He noticed people who stood out from time to time. But this was the only time in his life he had gained an overwhelming sense of familiarity. And it had happened twice.
'Weird…what an odd series of events.'
He walked into a museum on the side of the street. Putting his hood up as he entered. He hadn't been there before. Yet he felt like it today. He walked into the center of the room. Noticing the tall and large crimson great sword standing tall in a glass casing. Planted in a tree stump. He put his hand on the glass. Observing. A worker came up to him.
"Are you interested in this one, sir?"
He jolted a bit. His thoughts interrupted.
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's uh. Cool looking."
"Well, I actually don't know exactly where it was recovered. But a man donated it to this museum, we've confirmed it's a legendary artifact. The dragon slaying sword, Gram. Although. We were unable to remove it from its stump. Even with heavy machinery."
"You said someone gifted this to you? Who was he?"
"Honestly. I have no clue. Some man, dressed as a beggar."
"Oh…well uh. Thank you for the info."
"It's my pleasure. Sir."
As the worker walked away he once again planted his hand on the glass.
"Gram, huh…"
And as he put his hand there. He swore he saw the sword move just a little bit.
'Huh, must've been imagining things…'
He then left the museum.