A/N This is my first story so be bare with me! I will take any reviews.

So basically if you don't understand the time period it's suppose to be near the Medieval times and Raven and Logan ( Beastboy) are apprentices to two different people of trade as they are learning under their roof learning the trade.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans…sadly.

Well, here you go!


Logan's eyes never left the his master's swinging hand up and down. Up and down.

"CLUNK!"

Logan didn't even flinch at the loud echoing of the sound of the metal hammer smashing down on the long piece of metal anymore. He had the first couple times as the loud sound echoed in his ears and rattled his lungs.

"CLUNK!"

Sparks even flew out every once in a while but he only moved to dodge them. Logan was utterly entranced. Although he had moved in over a year ago to become Victor's apprentice, he was still amazed at the work of this blacksmith. Everyday under Victor's roof made him more and more excited to become a blacksmith himself one day. The warnings that Victor gave him of the job having ruling hours and took a lot of strength, not to mention dangerous sometimes didn't change his mind.

He knew that as much as he complained, Victor loved being a blacksmith. Although he wouldn't always admit it, to him, it was an art. The glow in his eyes as he was making beautiful hand crafted (by himself) swords was obvious. The way he loved when the knights look upon their newly made swords and complement him on his splendid work. He was the most well know blacksmith in the kingdom after all. He made beautiful silverware and pots for the royal kitchens along with all the knights armor, shields, and his favorite, swords. Everyday Logan thanked the heavens he was here. He remembered like it was yesterday why he was here and how he got here.

Logan's family always lived in poverty. Barely surviving on the little clothe and food they had. That's the only life he knew until he was 15. Anyone who knew him well enough would tell you that Logan was adventurous. He always wanted to do more then he did in his simple life. One day in his usual quest for adventure he stumbled upon the house of Victor Stone, the local and well know blacksmith. He may have lived in poverty but he didn't live under a rock. Most everyone in the town knew of the works of Mr. Stone if they didn't own one of his creations already. Immediately, Logan's heart started to race with excitement. He had always been a fan of Stone's work ever since he had heard of him. To a boy like him, the idea of it all seemed like a dream. So there he was, standing if front of a sign that read "Stone's Work" on the lawn of a very nice house.

Sure the house was nothing in comparison to the palace, but to his little house, if you could even call it that, it was quite big. His body started moving toward the house before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. The closer he got to the house the more he started regretting it. It was too late though. As he approached the house after what seemed like hours he noticed that it was completely silent. Although it was early it was must have been at least noon already. If he was there he should have been awake. Logan checked in the window just in case. Nothing.

With a shaky hand he reached for the doorknob and slowly opened it not to make a sound. Even though it seemed like no one was home, he couldn't risk it. He moved slowly into the house and closed the door behind him even slower. Then he turned and had to hold in his gasp. His house was very beautiful. It was apparent that Victor Stone lived a good life. But at the same time it was simple. He had everything necessary with some nice decorations but nothing over the top.

Logan could tell that this man was modest and didn't need a lot to be happy. After a couple minutes of staring at the living space he realized why he came in there. Above anything else, he wanted to see where the blacksmith did all his work and see with his own eyes and up close his creations. He saw an opening in the back of the room so his first instinct was to look in there. Immediately he was granted his wish. All around him was metal and tools. To the left of him was a large thing that looked like a large stove where he guessed he did all the melding and to his left on the wall was a shelf with beautiful swords. He slowly walked to them and stared. Every sword was and individual. Different lengths, different points, different handles.

He reached out for the one that caught his eyes the most. It was long and silver while the handle was gold with swirls of silver. Embedded into the handle were beautiful blue and green stones he had never imagined existed in his life. His own blue eyes sparkled as his hand wrapped around the handle and he slowly picked it up from the shelf. One part of his mind was screaming at him telling him it was wrong and he should just put it down and leave before anything bad could happen. The other part of his mind, the more powerful one told him it was a once in a life time chance. So he listened to the side he liked most. As he lifted the sword, he noticed right away it was heavier then it looked and struggled to keep it up. He was always a bit scrawny. Still, he felt powerful holding the sword in his hand.

Not realizing the hammer that was left on the ground he took a step back and tried to find his balance but the sword in his hand was too heavy as he fell sideways on his back and hit a pile of shields in the making. They all came crashing to the ground with clinks and thuds and replaced the silence in the house. Logan quickly got up and tried figure out a plan.

'No ones home right?' he thought to himself in panic, "I'll just put the shields back the way they were before anyone-' . His thoughts were cut short as he heard loud foot steps coming from the stairs. He quickly turned around to leave before anything bad happened when he came face to face with the house owner himself. Logan couldn't hold in his gasp.

' I'm dead', he thought. The blacksmith was in even more shock then Logan was. Logan was terrified. Not only was he trespassing, Victor Stone looked very scary. He was a tall, very muscular man with dark brown skin and a bald head and looked to be in his mid 20's. But even worse were his big brown eyes that just stared at Logan with an expression he couldn't read. Then Victor broke the silence, "What are you doing?!" he yelled in anger but mostly confusion.

Logan immediately broke down on his knees not thinking about his actions, gently but the sword down next to him and put his hands together and did the only thing he could think of at this moment: beg.

"I'm so sorry! Please! I'm a just a huge fan of yours and saw your house and wanted to see your work but you weren't home so I just came in to look, I wasn't going to take anything I promise!" He was telling the truth, he really just wanted to look.

Victor was silent, unable to think of something to say especially since he just woke up. Logan was staring at the ground, his hands still together waiting for what seemed like forever.

" Get up," Victor said in a calm voice. It wasn't a request. Logan obeyed right away, fear written across his face. Victor took a good look at the boy, tilted his head a bit and waited before he spoke.

"What do you know about being a blacksmith?"

Logan finally looked him in the eyes. He was expecting to be yelled at to leave. Then he thought. He really didn't know anything about being a blacksmith, just that they made things out of metal. He had to choose his words wisely.

He nervously smiled and said with a nervous laugh , "Well I know it takes a lot of hard work and talent and only such a smart and dedicated , not to mention handsome man could do." He didn't know what to say so he thought if he flattered and buttered him up, he would let him go without harm.

Victor stared at him for a couple moments before he burst out laughing.

Logan's eyes practically popped out.

"You know kid," Victor said, "you don't seem that bad. What's your name?"

"L-Logan, Logan Garfield, sir"

"Well, Logan Garfield I see you like that sword," he said nodding toward the one on the ground.

Logan nodded and quickly picked it up with his right hand when he noticed his left palm was bleeding. He must have grabbed the blade while he was falling but was too scared to notice until then.

" Boy, your bleeding. Let me clean that up for you"

Victor took out bandages and poured water on the cut.

" See as a blacksmith I'm always cutting myself up. I'm a pro at bandages now, " he said with a laugh.

He asked Logan a couple questions about who he was and what he was doing. They seemed to be getting along when Victor stated in a serious tone, "I'm want to speak to your parents."

Logan looked surprised. He thought they were getting along and Victor wouldn't tell his parents. He was worrying now but quietly led him to his small home. He was ashamed at his living space but Victor didn't say anything. Logan quickly got his parents and they looked at Victor with confusion. He quickly introduced himself and they knew right away who he was.

"How can I help you sir?" Logan's mother quickly said.

"Your son was trespassing in my house today."

She quickly paled as she looked at her son in shock and then turned back to him and started apologizing for what her son did.

He chuckled and said, "Don't apologize. He didn't cause that much harm and he seems like a good kid. I came here to ask if I could take your son on as my apprentice. I was thinking about getting one and when I saw how much being a blacksmith interested Logan, I knew he would be the best kid. That is of course if he wants to"

Neither Logan or his mother were expecting that.

"I would love that!" Logan quickly responded unable to hold his excitement.

His mother looked at the blacksmith and said hesitantly " Do you mean he would live with you. Learn everything until he is old enough to start his own business?"

"Yes," he responded gently, " He will live under my roof and I will give him all the things he needs."

She looked sadly at her son. She never wanted to be away from her son but he was growing up and he seemed to really want this. But above all, she knew that by letting him go, he would have a better life then the life of poverty they had now.

"Alright, if it makes you happy, Logan…you can do it."

Logan moved in about a week later and was officially Victor Stones apprentice.

"CLUNK!"

Logan was quickly pulled out of his daydream.

"You know, your staring is getting a little annoying," Victor said teasingly.

Logan blushed and said "Sorry, I finished all my chores so I decided to watch. I can't wait until I can make things on my own."

Victor smiled and said, "Don't worry, your time is coming. But for now, stop hovering over me. If you're done with all your chores you can go set up for dinner, okay?"

"Sure thing Victor"

For the first couple months he called him Mr. Stone. But one day Victor told him to call him by his first name. Victor wasn't just Logan's master, he was his best friend.


Well, That's it for now! Raven's coming in next chapter and romance will be coming soon!

Please review a first timer! I need to know the pro and cons and if I should continue!

-over and out!