A piece of glory.

It was a fine Saturday morning. The sun was out, the birds were singing. I put on my best cloths. The ones that I only wear on special occasions, like weddings, and church. I am from the West side of Harbor Town, what you would call middle class. It's finally here. Blake's annual antiques auction!

They show the finest wares and antiques anyone could dig up. It always draws the most noble of the surrounding towns. It was a festival, a party that all would attend. Merchants in the streets, food vendors posted on every corner. Most of which never set foot inside the auction hall, they were just there for the festivities.

This was my third year attending the auction. I have never purchased anything. I don't have a lot of money. This year though, I would get something! Anything. They had plenty of lower price items. Knick knacks. I would walk home with one today. I swear it.

I walked down to the auction house just before noon. All the way from West Street to the harbor shores where Blake's sat on a pier. The auction didn't start until around two in the afternoon, but the streets were already filled. I could smell fresh dog sausage filling the air, along with fresh Snape Pie as means of desert.

As I entered Blake's I was greeted by Rampus, their door security. He was a tall man maybe 6 foot 5, short curly black hair, and brandished a scar on his left cheek. "Name" he says, so deep it sounds like a toad belching. I reach in my pocket digging for the ticket. There it is. I pull it out and hand it to Rampus. He tears it in half, and hand one piece back to me. "Get you number inside, and don't touch anything." he said to me as I entered.

I look around as I enter. Everything was just as I remembered. Two hallways on either side of me, and large room through a door in front of me. "That's were all the action happens." I thought to myself. I hallways is where they display the items prior to bidding. To the side of the large room was a table with a couple of gentlemen sitting there handing out bidding numbers. I go over and sign the paper with my name, Dennis Harp. 42 Is the number I got. My new lucky number. Ill surly win something this year.

I head down one of the nearby halls, the one with the knick knacks. The other hall was for the big leaguers, oil paintings, golden cups, and enchanted items. I took a stroll through last year, just too pricey for me, I stick with what I can afford.

Silver plates, Vases, Knifes, Jewelry, all kinds of stuff. I took note of a few lots that I was interested in. A knife made from a Orc rib, they claim it came from the war at Stranded Mountain. A small necklace with a blue stone for my mother, and a wooden Tar Tar hand carved by a Tribe off the coast. Now I know what I want it's time to find a seat.

I enter the big room. The smell inside hits you hard when you get through the door. The large cluster of noble people gives a strong smell of liquor and body odor. Just because they are rich doesn't mean they bath often. I pick myself a spot about half way up on the left side. Most of the front was already filled, and no way I was getting stuck in the middle.

Before I knew it the place was packed, all the seats were full, even the isles on both sides. The first lot was a oil panting from some artist I've never heard of. Apparently others had though, because it sold for almost 5000 gold pieces. After about an hour the first item I wanted came up. The Orc rib knife, I immediately raise my number 42. Five gold from the gentleman half way up. "That's me" I thought in excitement! "Do I hear ten gold" he continued. Another man raised his number on the other side of the room. "Ten on the left, do I hear 20?" the auctioneer preached. I raised my number again. This time before the auctioneer could finish another man raised his number. "50 Gold!" he yelled from the back. "Damn it" I muttered under my breath. That's all I have is 50 gold, I cant bid again. I missed the knife, it sold for 79 gold. Out of my price range anyways. I lost the necklace, and the wooden Tar Tar too. How do these things go for so much.

The day is coming to a close, and I have nothing to show for it. Three years, and still not a single buy. I have to get something. I don't care what it is, I'm going to win something. Four lots left, one will be mine. A small ring, no. A bowl set, no. A wooden vase, no. Last lot. Whatever it is I'm bidding on it. At this point almost everyone had left. The last lot for the day. A comb. "Whatever" I thought, and I raise my paddle. Ten gold to the man half way up. Silence. "Do I hear 20?" he shouted from the front. No response. "Going once, going twice, SOLD!". I jumped to my feet fist pumping the air. I won something! Granted it was a comb, but I won something.

I went up to pay and collect my prize. It was an antique but pretty ordinary. I don't care, this is treasure to me. It was black in color, made from some sort of stone from what i could tell. I had a symbol carved into the center of it a circle with a V through half of it. I inspect it a few more times before stuffing it into my pocket and head home.

That night in bed I examine my prize even more. Chuckling at the fact that such a silly item can mean so much to one person. I smile and decide to test out my new comb and brush my hair. After a few swipes I begin to feel different. The world around me becomes clearer. Thump, thump, thump, a loud noise rings out. "What the hell is that?" I yell. I go to the window and look out. There is just a man walking down the street. Thump, thump, thump. It's his footsteps. They are so loud. What the hell. That's when I notice it. I look down the street, and even though the darkness I can see people. Near a mile away I can see clear as day. "What the hell?" I think again. I just turn my head and walk to bed. This must be some weird dream. I lay down and close my eyes.

I sleep. Not realizing that my life is about to change. All because of a comb.

(To be continued)