BANG! CRASH! * Incoherent screaming* BANG!BANG!BANG!

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.... " DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ABOUT MY SISTER YO-"

A lot of sounds suddenly stops as Malak puts his hands over my ears to try to block them, which makes me lean into him more from the fear that have been holding my heart in shackles for what feels likes hours. I look up to see that he as scared as I am but he's clearly is not willing to leave me alone in our little hiddy hole thats under a chest filled with some ores.

Which is barely big enough to fit me, him and the clay jar, thats called a urn, holding our parents ashes. Which I've have not let go of after aunt Yotul gave it to us and then went to hid Darak and Tarr as well inside her workshop.

Normaly neither of the four of us are allowed here, unless aunt Gharol asked either Darak, Tarr and Malak to go get aunt Yotul so we all can eat. Or it's either time for bed or aunt Yotul needs a break. She's a bit of a workaholic, though it only happens when she gets large orders to fill. Neither of our aunts wants us near the forges when their active or the vast amount of stuff that Yotul have made in here.

Aunt Yotul is not a Weapond Smith nor any of the other smiths that fouces on armors or other things that soilders or fighters need for their classes or everyday activity. Like warhammers, swords, shields, wrist protection, parctice knifes to throw or things like that. Or are one of the few Battlesmiths that are part of a team responsible for maintaining and make warmachines.

So none of us much smaller children need to worry about being near stuff thats pretty much desinged to kill. Or hurt us really bad.

No, she a normal Blacksmith whose specialty is making things like farmers tools, cook pots and pans and a carpenter's nails. Or the one that fix and sharpen your knifes needed to skin todays kill or make you a new tool thats going to fix your house. Or something else.

In other words, a everday blacksmith who provides everyones daily tools and keeps their maintenance up. And maybe make a speical order of craft tools or other wares about once or trice every few years or so. From what I understand.

That being said there are things in here that is almost just as dangerous. At least if your a kid or someone rediculuse stupid. Some of the farmer tools like the pitchforks are sharp and ponity. And I rather not be anywhere near the few heavy iron cauldron like things thats almost trice the size of either my triplet brothers. They are going to be used by other workshops to smelt large amounts of copper, tin, iron, bronze and other ores in as short as time as possible.

I don't like the idea of getting crushed very much.

Aunt Yotul also have one of these installed in her workshop as well, as she needs it when she get large orders and needs to smelt large quantities of ores into bars. Or mix several types to make a new metal into many bars as well that some other smith shop needs in a hurry. Which only happens maybe twice a year or so.

At least thats what I've overheard when Tarr had asked aunt Yotul over dinner one day what those things are. Or some of the things inside that room.

I also know most of what the room looks like from some of the few sneak peeks that I've gotten away with when the door is just a smidge too slow to close and I managed to sneak in. Or one of my brothers forgot to close it at all after they've finished talking to aunt Yotul. The only reason I've not gotten into too much trouble is thanks to my young age as Orc toddlers are notoriously know to get into too much trouble as soon as they are able to crawl.

So they have just been waiting for me to start to behave like that as well. Regadless with how well behaved I've been for almost a year.

After all aunt Gharol once said to all four of my brothers " Enjoy your sister's calm and mild temper while you can boys. Soon enough that little gremlin instinct will kick in. It always dose."

But yeah, other than that, our aunts have good reasons to keep us away from this room. But today is a exception.

Shortly after we returned and aunt Yotul had locked the door, she immediately told us to go in here and wait for her. And while we waited we could hear from the door, that is made to muffle a lot of the sounds thats made in here when Yotul is working, that our aunt was moving things. What those things where we had no idea but we did not need to wait long for aunt Yotul to come through the door.

When she walked in, holding in her arms the urn with our parents ashes, she began to take us to some of the hidding places she had in here. All of which are hard to reach and one needed to be careful to open up if you've want to get to us. Unless you can survive the traps aunt Yotul have put in. Me and Malak where the first to be hidden, as Malak is a bit skinnier and slightly smaller that his brothers. And me being a toddler, by Orc's standers, made it easier to hide us than it did with Darak and Tarr. Both who needed their own hidding place as they could not fit into one together like me and Malak did.

It also meant we got the urn as well as the other hidding spots did not have enough space or was to easy to guess to keep it safe from grandmother should that hag come inside the workshop.

At least that what aunt Yotul said before she left us and locked the door to the workshop, then moved something heavy infront of it. And this is where we've been for who knows how long.

Both me and Malak have been trying to stretch our limbs whenever we feel them going numb, with me having far better success on that than Malak have. Or moving just a bit better to avoid getting cramps. Though we'd not dared to do much of that once we started to hear screaming and other more violent sounds.

Which is have been going on for a while now. It's been hard to hear it all, thanks to the door and our little spot making it just a little harder to hear things. But I'm glad Malak had put his hands on my ears as they where starting to hurt and I could feel tears beginning to sting my eyes.

" It's going to be okay sister." Malak whispers softly, once he feels it's safe enough speak just a bit and that he can take he's hands of my ears.

The wimper I just lets out is all that Malak needs to start to pat my head and being to hum a rough lullaby I've not heard in months. It's painful to hear it, it really is, but I'm glad to hear the familiar song mother used to sing to me. Even if it is a little broken as Malak clearly have a bit of a hard time remember it. It somehow still managed to clam me, even if only a little.

And thats is what Malak dose for some time after. Stopping whenever we heard more screams, sounds and things breaking. Some of which happend to be aunt Gharol and Big brother Thai getting into the fight. Both had somehow arrived home sometime ago without us knowing it at all. Then Malak will start to hum again once he's sure theres noone who can hear us.

This went on repeat for a while.

Then things changed. And it all started when we heard grandmother scream "WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING HERE?!" in shock. And if I was willing to believe it, slight panic and fear.

From there on out, me and Malak only heard bits and pieces what was going on. Which was not a lot to be honest and from what little I could gather, whoever these three new people where, they seems to be really important in some ways. I just don't know why.

A short silence soon followed after we both heard the door slam shut with quite the force to it. After that it was not long before both aunt Yotul and Gharol came and got us all out.

And as soon I and my brothers came out of the workshop we meet what we would years later learn are mother's and aunt Gharol's great uncles and great aunt.

Oh and that my mother's side of the family are part of the Poison God clan.

Joy.

Though I only learned that part after a certian 'incident' happend when I turned 10 years old.