The Man with the Golden Eyes

I saw a man with golden eyes in front of me. Solid orbs of gold. He was a blacksmith, standing in his forge. Something inside me recognised him; I'd held his swords before. He beckoned me closer. As I approached, he turned and picked up a blade.

"This is my final creation. It is my most beautiful weapon."

I recognised the power of the sword. It was a sword of salvation. As he turned the blade in the light, I saw an inscription on it. It simply said, "MAN".