I lay awake at night. I can't help but just stare at my hand. I can't figure out why it burned me. The Black Chang Sword is the opposite of the White Chang Sword. It's like compasses you put them together and they retract. I sit up. I retracted my hand when it touched the White Chang Sword. 

My eyes widen. He hid it in a boy recently. It was foretold a future man would come to seek it. Oh no. Oh no. Holy fuck. I grip my head. No, no, no! It cannot be true. This cannot be the answer. If it is, however, it would make perfect sense. 

I get up. I grip myself. How can this be? How can this be the answer? Tears started sliding down my face. I need to prove it somehow. I need an answer. I take out a knife. I slice my chest open. I wince. I didn't go too deep. I know Future me will survive this. Blood drips from the knife and my chest. I drop the knife. I enter my hand into the wound I muffle a scream. I feel something metal. A smooth metal and a sharp one. I take my hand out. 

"Oh shit." I say.

Lan Zhan enters the room. His eyes widen. He runs to me. He helps me up. He sees the knife and looks at me.

"Hi." I mutter.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Just proved a theory on where the sword is." I say.

"Where is it?" He asks.

I point to my wound.

"In me." I answer.