At first there was one, a hand that pulled in the many. Shadows for the visible, light for the hidden. In the darkness of the unknown, my brothers could be found. Selfish as my brothers were, perhaps one did care. For he who went unbroken, I was introduced. But only in the mirage of another, I could be produced. I was born in hunger of mystery, raised by the tale of gold. Those who knew me, are the veterans of old. [b]Clues found[/b] I'm a chest The vault of glass [b]Hint 1[/b] I have taken the form of many tales, yet no tale has ever defined me. [b]Hint 2[/b] In some minds, I have been interpreted as real, in some I'm just an illusion. [b]Answer[/b] The 6th chest (exotic) in VoG, guessed by Tucker! Cheers for playing :D Guess on! Hints will come when I feel necessary. This is my first riddle, btw. :D