the morning the air was cold but the sun shone bright. The streets were nearly empty as we navigated the streets to the smith, Wolf was still gone.

"I hate getting up so early. I hope my blade is rejoined when we get there." Fox said.

"Probably not, it would probably be done by noon." Boar replied impatiently.

"Then why are we going so early." Fox called in a long tone that was synonymous with tiredness and annoyance.

Boar glared at fox, as we walked for the next hundred meters.

"Oh, right, wolf. Totally forgot." Fox realised.

"Where is wolf?" I ask.

"He went to settle an old debt, we may probably never see him again."

"Fox its too early for this." Boar said.

Apon arriving at the smith, we see wold pacing back and forth with a stupid grin on his face. Fox laughed: "seems that you got away with it. Captain lets go celebrate."

Boar replied swiftly, "Isn't lore too young to drink?"

"We can leave him here, we can apprentice him out for the day. What do you think lore?" Wold says.

"If it means no more walking." I assent.

"Do you know anything about weapon smithing?" The old man said, be believed that introductions were a waste of time and said so from the begining.

"No." I said.

"Know anything about tending to fire?"

"No." i said.

"How about making tea?"

I said "No."

The old man sighed, "Just stand over there and do nothing." He grabbed a peice of metal from the flames placed it on an anvil then smote it with hammer. Each strike like thunder, each strike reshaping it making it thinner, longer, sharper. Every strike rang like an explosion, burning into my mind. I was mesmerised and deaf. He placed the sword back into the flames, passed me the hammer and said: "Now you do it."

The hammer was deceitfully heavy, old man passed me a pair of thick leather gloves, i picked up the glowing mishapen sword and held it ontop of the anvil with one hand, and swung the hammer down on a thicker area of the metal. It produced a heavy note, the vibrations making my arm go numb.

"Good. Again." The old man commented.

I slowly lift the hammer above my head and swing down again.

"Again."

The already heavy hammer seems to be getting heavier. I use two hands to lift the hammer above my head.

I swing with my whole body, watching the hammer closely so that it hits the mark....

A dull thud echoes out.