Prompt #21

Write a scene that involves a dull knife.

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I walked into the cave, following the feet prints, and stopped. It was dark in that cave. So very dark. Couldn't really see a thing.

That feeling inside of me, the one rufus told me about, I was starting to feel it. The harchment was near. All I had to do now was follow the feeling and get the harchment and i'll be the hero. I'll have saved everyone.

But the footstep prints I followed here...who was here? Did they already have the harchment?  Was I too late?

I closed my eyes, letting the feeling lead me into the cave. More darkness. Abruptly I just stopped and opened my eyes to see a creature. A grey creature.

A grey creature that looked to be painted against the black. Although the creature was doing nothing. Although it had no face or detail for that matter. Although all of these factors I was still terrified. Teriffifed of it.

Why?

I can see it.

I walked closer to the creature to see that I wasn't seeing a grey creature. I was seeing a grey cloth like thing covering the harchment.

But I was still horribly petriffied. I could still see it.

I ripped the cloth from the harchment, expecting something grand and shiny. All the harchment really was, was a dull knife.

The harchment was a dull, shine-less, rusted knife.