Ok this is another writing prompt piece I did not too long ago. Hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Something long forgotten found in the attic during spring cleaning.
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It was never an easy task and Oliver always put it off till the end of his normal spring cleaning, hoping that he could push it to another occasion once again, but this year was not the case. He had planned to leave this house by winter so it was best just to get everything sorted out sooner than later. He stared across the attic space, half filled boxes and trunks scattered across the floors,most of it from his father’s younger years, long before he settled into this place. It had been not long after his parents met that they moved into this house. Many happy memories were made and stored in these boxes, but now that his parents had passed it held the faded pictures of his upbringing and the last pieces of either parent since their passing. Now with a heavy sigh Oliver started to go through the boxes closest to him, as expected they were filled with photo albums and old clothing from when he was a kid. Several of the items brought a small sad smile to his face as he looked at them. He removed those boxes noting on the side of them what they were and reminding himself whether they were to stay or go. He then moved farther into the attic to look through more boxes, these ones holding mostly junk saved for reasons unknown to him but he went through and found a handful of things that were still useful, tossing the rest out and placing the box in the pile for trash. This pattern continued for several hours as he waded through what his father had left to him. Oliver took pause as he got to the far corner of the attic staring at a trunk that looked far more expensive than the rest, it was made of dark wood with large leaves carved into it painted bright green but years of sitting in the dark and dust had dulled its colors. It’s presence made Oliver pause as he looked at it, it didn’t look like anything else his parents had kept. Upon opening it he found inside armor that seemed to belong to his father worn leather scorched slightly along its edges, a long bow the same scorch marks covering most of it the string broken long ago. His father had mentioned how he used to guide people hunting long ago. Looking deeper he found a pair of daggers nearly broken in half, a book scorched almost beyond reading, the words inside were in a language Oliver didn’t understand, a necklace with a symbol that he didn’t quite recognize and a shield with a dragon on it clawed and scorched like the rest. At the bottom was a book wrapped in old leather and as Oliver picked it up and opened it a small photo fell to the floor. Oliver picked it up, finding it to be a picture of his father and three others whose gear he realized matched the pieces in the chest. The words written on the back were in his father’s hand, it read, “The Light of the Blue Forest celebrating before they leave to take on Dragon of Calder pass.” His father never talked about his days before he met Oliver’s mother, maybe this journal held the answers as to why.