Seminscus held the complicated puzzle in his hands, saw his handcrafting; how expert it was. He felt the designs carved in it, rough and jagged carved into the whorls of the birch. His creation, his yearsrn of work finally finished. He took it apart knowing nothing of harm could come of this; of course if someone else got their hands on it the results wold be different. He lay each piece on the table in a specific place, how it would correspond when the puzzle was together.

    "Why have I made this, this -" he paused, thinking of the correct word, 'this weapon?" He expected not an answer from his son, but silence. So naturally, as his immortal son, much younger looking then his actual nage,  answered he was shocked.

       "Perhaps because you knew that someday the world has come to an end? Perhaps you saw that and you.... thought of a way to accomplish it. You knew the world needed a yin to contradict it's yang. Father, you knew it." He smiled a false, faltering smile upon his face, he tried his best to put his weary old father to ease.

       "And why in the hell does the damned world need to end? Why Rama? WHY?" Seminscus yelled, eyes glassy,  eyebrows furrowed and breath reeking. The son knew in an instant why his father was so angry, why he called him by his dead brothers name. He was in a drunken rage. In fact, this drunken rage was the reason Rama was no more.The immortal son ran out of the room terrified.

       Seminscus began putting the brain scrambling puzzle back together, piece by piece. Once completely back together, the twenty-five piece puzzle was stored away in an elegant chest and shoved to the back of a hand crafted wardrobe never seen again by Seminscus or the immortal son.

      That's not to say he didn't try to find it. For years he searched, yet lady luck never visited him. Each night he went around the entire giant house and looked, he could not find the puzzle. He had though, found his fathers dagger. It had a bronze blade and the bottom of the hilt was encrusted with rubies and a single emerald. It was the perfect weapon. That night he crept to his fathers bedroom and leaned over a portion of the bed, and pressed the blade to his fathers throat. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to awake him.

       His father awoke startled and the son demanded, angrily,

"Tell me where the puzzle is now or so help me God I'll...."

"You'll what? Kill me?" snickered Seminscus, "You can't do it, you'd never be able to." He was right. He couldn't kill his father. He grabbed his fathers sheath and looped it through his belt. Slammed the dagger in it and stormed out. Never seeing his father again....