Time passed and in the evening of the same day Oliver walked back home looking a little rushed and uncomfortable as he rambled.

'That bow and those other things are too dangerous...' His mind still reminded him of what he had seen at work the night before and Oliver frowned as he continued to walk at a fast pace. ‘I beat up criminals, but I’m not a vigilante, I better get rid of that stuff before it causes me problems.”

After a few minutes, he was again in front of the building where he lived.

Oliver took a deep breath and entered the building, soon going up the stairs to come face to face with the door to his room.

The moment he opened the door and saw the inside of his room, the green fabric caught his attention while he was still on his nightstand, under the bow and quiver.

He noticed a certain nervousness and heat, as soon as he turned his palm towards himself they noticed that his marked hands trembled as he approached the objects.

Afraid that he was being watched, Oliver entered and closed the door quickly as he walked to the bed.

Once again he was in front of the items that had arrived the day before, his breathing was heavier and he was clearly apprehensive about throwing them away.

'Hitting bandits is good and I would do it again... but what I want now is...' his thoughts were almost concrete and he extended his arm towards the equipment, but in the back of his mind he wondered. 'What I want?...'

Looking at his hand, he saw again the marks that were slowly disappearing and little by little his body stopped shaking and he thought.

‘The letter told me that I was a descendant of someone… but why now? How did he know me?’

Once again Oliver rambled while remembering that somehow the person responsible for the letter knew him or at least knew that he was a descendant of something or someone.

Remembering the night before, he remembered the letter and then frowned thoughtfully.

He took his hands to the items and lifted them looking, but found nothing.

‘Whoever sent it knew something...’

Even under the headboard or on the bed, it was nowhere to be found, until he went under the bed and noticed the crumpled sheet.

Oliver sighed with relief and picked up the letter again, sitting on his bed and trying to crumple it so he could read it.

Little by little the sheet returned to its original format, even if some words were confusing, in the end he clearly saw the message from the cut that said he was a descendant of Robin Hood.

In the end, Oliver leaned his body forward, reading and rereading the beginning of the letter several times as he thought.

‘If he found me and says that I am a descendant of this Robin Hood, he somehow found me and obtained some information from my family...’ Bringing his hand to his chin he questioned. 'I don't have any close relatives here... how did he find me? And if he found me, can he find my family too?’

Oliver looked at the letter again and then at the items that had arrived the day before, staring at them for a few moments as he thought.

‘There must be something.’ Oliver soon dropped the letter on his bed and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, rambling. ‘If I can find something… there must be someone else…’

His fingers tapped quickly on his cell phone which reflected in his eyes as he quickly searched.

- Old items -

The first result showed auctions of Egyptian artifacts and antiquities, then Oliver clicked his tongue and said.

"No."

- Items from Ancient Heroes -

It soon showed research on items such as spears and swords, even a sword that even after centuries had not lost its edge.

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

As much as the last one attracted attention, in the end Oliver grumbled.

"No...

-Cursed Items of Antiquity-

Once again his search had been thwarted and all that reflected in his eyes were urban legends speaking of cursed items such as dolls and haunted locations.

Sliding to near the bottom of the page, everything he saw was nothing more than legends, until he saw the news.

- Will cursed items bring the end of the world? -

At first, Oliver thought it was just another creepypasta page on the internet, but in the end he clicked even without expectation and landed straight on a blog that asked the same question as the beginning.

The search had been done recently and looking at the top left corner of the screen, Oliver saw that it had been updated a few minutes ago, generating a certain strangeness.

He shrugged and threw himself back onto his bed, laying his head under the pillow as he quickly read the blog post.

“Lately, archeology has been discovering several mysterious items more frequently, many of them in the last four years. They range from swords to coffins of gold or some ancient ore.”

As he scanned the news, Oliver became more and more suspicious of its veracity, until the page continued.

“In recent years, strange things have been happening more and more frequently. Animals and people are found completely bloodless and many people have disappeared without a trace.” That passage made the boy widen his eyes and throw his body forward, sitting on his bed as he continued to read. “Initially it started in the poorest countries where they did not pay due attention, but the cases have become increasingly frequent, one of the most famous being the one that occurred in the United States.”

The image of his family's portrait quickly flashed through Oliver's mind, where he was again biting his thumb wondering.

'In all world? Why...'

“But none of this is documented or taken seriously, why is it? Do these items appearing have anything to do with the signs and disappearances? We’re approaching the end and humanity doesn’t even care?”

He continued reading and no matter how sensationalist the blog seemed, in the end from a journalist's point of view, he could see a certain pattern, until he saw the last update.

“There have been cases of strange people around the world, shadows taking people, people falling from the sky and the impossible becoming real. In the end, even the Green Vigilant may have something to do with it, but if I find out, I will reveal the truth! Follow the Legendhunter.”

After all that, Oliver left the page thoughtful and with a serious look while his mind was still wandering.

‘Is all this happening around the world? What can this be?'

But soon his eyes narrowed and he snapped his fingers as he thought again.

‘If there are more cases out there, I have to find them. If all this has to do with my parents' disappearance, that could...'

Soon his thought was interrupted when he heard a heavy footstep echoing.

Oliver lifted his face slightly and looked towards his bathroom where the sound had come from.

It was as if he knew it had come from there, along with the sound of something large moving to the point where it could be heard.

Complete silence filled the room and he knew it hadn't come from his bathroom, but it seemed to have come from beyond him, until Oliver clearly heard the sound of something large cutting through the wind.

Until in an instant, before he could even react, something gigantic went through his wall and threw the pieces of wall to all corners, passing a shard of brick next to his face and narrowly missing it.

All Oliver could see was a large man over six feet tall carrying a sword as big as his body, but he was wearing current clothes and was hooded along with a bullet club that covered half of his face.

Oliver's body was completely paralyzed with fright as he looked at that display of power, however, before he could react, he again heard a loud sound of something being destroyed.

Impulsively, Oliver jumped towards his bedside and saw that the wooden door now had a huge cut, which soon became two in the shape of an X.

In the blink of an eye, the door was kicked and destroyed, causing a strong wind to blow in and revealing another hooded man, but of medium height and holding a bastard sword.

The two protected any exit and surrounded the boy who retreated when he saw both taking a step forward.

Oliver's entire body was alert as his heartbeat could be clearly heard by himself, showing nervousness as he tried to look at both of them at the same time as he backed away.

‘What are these guys? What did you come here to do? Are they the bandits from yesterday?’ He continued to look confused and fearful as he saw the biggest one. ‘This guy destroyed a wall, what the hell are those swords?’

Even if he wanted to ask, at that moment he knew he wouldn't be answered and then he saw the smaller boy put the sword on his shoulder making a clear threat that even though he couldn't see his face, Oliver could notice a wide smile forming.

Oliver took a step back again, trying to retreat, but soon he felt his back hitting the bedside table and realized that he was next to the bow and quiver, along with the cloak that had been there since earlier.

Oliver looked surprised, but before he could react, he saw the smaller one quickly jump towards him while the bigger one prepared to fight.

Oliver had little time and the smaller boy's jump was coming from above, ready to break him in half.

'Shit-' In an instant, Oliver was jumping back, climbing the headboard and avoiding the cut by a hair's breadth.

Seeing that, the giant was already preparing to move forward, but Oliver, with his eyes wide open, quickly picked up the items and hugged them, jumping backwards from the window and breaking the glass, heading towards the floor with the items still hugged.

Both hooded men raised their heads, looking surprised to see that the boy had fallen, but seconds passed and they didn't hear the sound of anything crashing on the ground.

The larger one leaned on it to see the height while the smaller one climbed onto the window itself.

Once they got out, they saw nothing on the ground but glass.

They were on the fifth floor, high enough for the fall to kill anyone, but there was nothing on the floor, not the items, not even the boy from earlier.

They had disappeared.