Making move

Arin stood before a majestic door, towering at twenty feet in height and crafted from a shiny, vibranium metal. He knew the material well; it was one of the strongest known, a substance that even a ninth-class mage or a knight of the highest rank would find difficult to breach. The door featured two faces etched into its surface, their mouths open as if part of a lock and key mechanism.

Arin held two small, disc-shaped objects in his hands. With a deep breath, he placed a disc into each mouth. Slowly, the discs began to rotate, and the ground trembled with a loud, eerie creak.

"Criiilll," echoed through the corridor as the gates slowly opened, sending dust flying and momentarily obscuring the view inside. Arin was left dumbfounded by the sight.

The dwarf accompanying him, a grizzled figure with a stern expression, commanded in a hoarse voice, "Go inside and take only one thing with you." Then, with a flash of killing intent that made the hairs on Arin's neck stand on end, he added, "Otherwise, when you come out, I will not hesitate to make your head fly."

Understanding the threat, sweat beads formed on Arin's forehead as he nodded slowly. He stepped inside, and with a resounding thud, the door closed behind him, plunging him into darkness. Arin took another step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, one by one, stones embedded in the ceiling began to light up, illuminating the grand hall.

Arin found himself between two enormous statues, one depicting a dwarf and the other a dragon. He had no idea who they represented, but their presence was imposing. As he shifted his focus further, he saw several desks lined up with various weapons, each encased in a glass-like structure with inscriptions beneath them. The hall was filled with legendary weapons, each with its own story:

Frostfang: A sword forged in the heart of a glacier, capable of freezing anything it touches.

Thunderstrike: A Warhammer that channels the power of storms, its blows accompanied by deafening thunder.

Emberblade: A fiery sword said to have been wielded by a fire giant, capable of igniting with a mere thought.

Unknown to him, the statue of the dwarf seemed to watch him as he passed by. Arin felt an eerie sensation of being watched and turned around, finding nothing. He muttered to himself, "There's nothing there," and continued to move forward. Yet again, he felt something, but this time it wasn't from behind him. His pendant, a gift from the goddess to bind his curse, began to glow. He remembered her warnings and the problems that he would find his own solutions as he grew older.

Following the pendant's light, Arin found himself standing before an unassuming pot. He tried to lift it but found it too heavy. However, he managed to remove the lid. Inside, everything was pitch black. "I can't see anything in there. Should I take it out?" Without further thought, Arin plunged his hand inside.

"Aww! What is inside?" he cried out as pain shot through his hand. Blood trickled from his palm, something sharp had pierced his skin. He gritted his teeth and forced his hand deeper into the pot. However, to his surprise, he found nothing inside. Puzzled and a little disappointed, he withdrew his hand, noticing that his blood had started to flow into his bloodstream. Something strange happened.

Confused and a bit frustrated, Arin continued to explore the hall. He felt a sharp object hit his leg. Looking down, he found a bracelet that seemed oddly familiar. It took him a moment to recall where he had seen it before. Running back to the statues, he glanced up at the dwarf figure and then looked down at his hand, holding the bracelet. The dwarf statue wore a similar bracelet, but it was different in some way.

Arin decided to take the bracelet with him. The entire place was filled with extraordinary weapons, but he didn't even glance at them. To anyone watching, he might have seemed like a fool for ignoring such powerful artifacts. But if someone could hear Arin's thoughts, they might have fainted. Arin didn't like any of the weapons. Firstly, he didn't know how to use them, and they would likely cause more harm than good. In his mind, they were just swords, and he could always make one himself if needed. What's so great about them?

Arin was not interested in fighting; he preferred to explore. His heart lay in discovery and adventure, not in the heat of battle. He clutched the bracelet tightly, feeling a strange connection to it. The pendant's glow had faded, but he felt a new sense of purpose. The mystery of the bracelet and the visions it had shown him were just the beginning.

Arin didn't venture or didn't leave Dustin even after repaying his debt because there were many doubts and things that Arin himself was unsure of

he didn't know the location of the forest where he lived and even if he found it was not sure he would find. There was also one thing that the goddess told but his memory was hazy didn't remember a few lines of goodness he only heard about his parents being human which was a real thing well how can a beast be worth a human child. But he was not in for looking at them because he knew if they were his parent somehow they would meet.

With renewed determination, Arin prepared to leave. As he approached the door, he glanced back one last time at the grand treasury, knowing that he had made the right choice. The bracelet, seemingly insignificant compared to the other treasures, felt like it was meant for him. The grizzled dwarf awaited him outside, his eyes narrowing as he saw the bracelet in Arin's hand.

"You chose that?" the dwarf asked, incredulous. "Of all the treasures in there, you picked that old thing?"

Arin nodded, unsure of how to explain the feeling that had guided him. "Yes, this is what I chose."

The dwarf stared at him for a moment longer before shaking his head. "Very well. Remember, you can only take one item. Let's hope it serves you well."

As they made their way back through the mountains. The dwarf who was present with him never really entered inside and never saw the statue but if would had his eye would have fallen out from his face. The person who only had gone inside was King himself only he knew what was inside.