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Dominik Windslasher stood in front of the tree. It has been some time since he last stood there, silently, just staring and remembering. Some leafs of the tree fell on his head. He smiled and played his lute.
That tree was a mark. Under it was special kind of seed. That was the place where Dominik, himself, buried the corpse of his wife - the elfess, Elliria.

And yes. It has been some time since he last came and just stared.

The wind made his long hazel hair move and his hat flight. He got down and took his hat, wearing it again, very fit in his head, hiding his eyes. When he stood up he saw an orc in front of him wielding a club.
- Oomie have shinies?
- Uh oh - Dominik said.
- Agreed - said a voice coming from Dominik's belt.
- Whub dere? - asked the orc, searching for that second voice.
- Erm... - then Dominik pulled his robe, took the dagger from his belt and showed it to the orc.
- Wub yos doin wit da tiny sword? Yos wat hurt mes, but mes smart orc and hurts yos firs! - afterthat was said, the orc raised his club and attacked Dominik.
Dominik was agile, with accumulated experience from his days of adventure. But he was getting old. He could avoid the club, yes, but the weapon hit his dagger.
- Har har! Mes sais mes smart orc yub! Nows oomie no tiny sword!
On the ground, the dagger shone blue.
- Dominik, could you please get rid of this vile creature? I don't like grass.
Windslasher made a face while looking to the dagger and then motioned to grab it, but the club of the orc appeared between him and his talking-weapon.
- Nub tis farst. Tis tiny sword talkie. Mes wats talkie wepon. Mes takes tiny sword and lets yos live.
Dominik blinked. Then smiled.
- Ok - he said. - Take the tiny sword. Yub.

Dominik sat on a stone, watching the orc go away with his most precious belonging. The talking-dagger. He smiled and opened his bag. From it he took a hourglass. He put the hourglass on the stone and turned it, took his lute and began playing it staring at the sand falling inside the hourglass.

- I demand to return to Dominik's hands - said the dagger.
- Shut up, stupidy tiny sword! Yos keeps saying tis since mes takes yos from tat stupidy oomie!
- I demand to return to Dominik's hands - it repeated.
The orc growled and took the dagger on his hand.
- Stupidy wepon! - then he threw the dagger inside a river. - Yos stink! - then the orc went away.

The waters of the river started to carry the dagger.
A passing by fish suddenly got caught by a fisherman. The fish fought trying to get free. The dagger shone as it approached the animal. It rolled until it's blade turned in the fish direction. The small sharp blade entered the fishes flesh by the time the line was pulled.
The fisherman got his dinner. But... a dagger? He looked at it and noticed it was just a normal dagger, like the ones he used to clean his fishes. He didn't need one more. So, he threw the dagger behind and put the fish indide a bucket. The fisherman left and the dagger was again on the ground.
- I really hate grass - it said.

Later that day, a Troll came out of the woods to drink some water from the river. He drank it when he noticed something shining by his side. He seemed curious about it, so he took it. But on the way back to the forest, the Troll was attacked by a group of adventures. When they won, the orc let the dagger fall.
- I demand to return to Dominik's hands - it said.
- Did you just heard it? This thing speaks!
- Let me see this - the mage of the group took the dagger on his hands and stared at it.
- Magic - said the dagger.
- That's odd - said the mage. - But who is this Dominik?
- Dominik Windslasher. He found me. I demand to return to his hands.
- I think we have to find this man - said the mage.
- You kidding? - said the thief. - Give this dagger to me!
- No! I say we must find this Dominik and give his dagger back. It asks for it!
- Shut up, hocus pocus doer! Give the dagger to me!
- Stop it - said the warrior. - If you two will fight for a talking-dagger, I'll show you both my chanting axe. Now, give this thing to me.
The mage gave the dagger to the warrior.
- Ahem, now... dagger? - asked the warrior.
- Yes?
- What can we do for you?

Silence.

- There is a nest of birds on the tree to your right. Yes, that one. I want to be left there.
The warrior raised an eyebrow.
- Hmmm, right - so he climbed the tree, put the dagger on the nest and left the place trying to believe he done the right thing, even though he didn't know what he had done.

Dominik stoped the lute and stared at the hourglass.
- You're late - he said -, dagger.

An eagle flew high in the sky, describing circles around a tree down there. The eagle levelled until it reached the top of the tree, where it's nest was. It noticed something different on it. A kind of shiny thing. It pecked the thing and discovered it was hard. Then the eagle stared at it's eggs. It didn't want that hard thing there when the eggs break. So it took the thing with it's claws and flew again.


Dominik stoped to play his lute, stared at the hourglass and turned it.


When the eagle feel that it was far enough from it's nest, it let the hard-thing fall.
The dagger fell fast over a stone. The impact made the dagger strike into other direction. It fell on the grass, again, in front of Dominik's boots.
The man smiled.
- It took you an entire turn and a half of the hourglass this time, dagger -he said.
- I had some problems with a fish. Can you pick me up?
- Of course - he picked the dagger and set it on his belt. - You always find your way back, uh?
- Yes, Dominik, I do - the dagger said. - I do.
He laughed.
- Now come, dagger. We still have an orc to find.