The high pitched sound of hammer hitting iron hot with an orange-yellow glow was all Ellizabeth could hear. Hammering for hours at the iron, forging into a sword. On request from a customer who had paid a large sum of gold to order this sword. She had a deadline of 2 days to forge the sword and only a day had passed since the request. Being very careful the hammer, not to pound an unwanted dent in the sword that would cause the sword to be worthless.
After hammering for hours on end, Ellizabeth set down he hammer on the work table and the hot iron in the pool of water next to her. She had been hammering since the sun was just above the horizon, the red and orange color of the sun filled the skies, till sky turned into a sea of blue and the sun was above her head. Elly saw the iron bubble as its hot surface had contact with the water. When the bubbling had slowly come to a stop, she pulled the iron out. She still had a long way to go, but she decided to take a small break.
Grabbing her cup on the working table, she filled it with the water from a pitcher on the same table. The water had a slight taste of dirt but that didn't stop her from drinking the entire contents of the cup. "Fuck" Elly said under her breath, feeling exhausted from the heat and forging the sword. The forge had a red tint to it since the only source of light was the fireplace in the center of the room, where you heat up the metal to be forged. After working day and night Elly finally finished the sword by daybreak the next day.
"Wake up Smith! Wake up or I'll cut your coin in half for the next month!" Elly heard her mentor tell her to get up. The customer must have gotten here while she had slept. She grabbed the sword on her table and its sheath, made from some type of leathers that looked like scales from a reptile. The young blacksmith apprentice made her way into the shop area of the blacksmith shop. Seeing her mentor talking to what must be the customer. He had fine gold hair with blue eyes and a golden armor set to match his hair, obviously a knight. He wasn't Jaime Lannister she thought because he wasn't as handsome as people describe Jaime. Not that she even had the slightest interest in boys in the first place.
Elly favored girls more than to men, just the thought of a guy's cock in her made her want to burn her pussy off. She always thought that girls knew exactly where to pleasure each other rather than a man having to through trial and error. A girls tits and ass is what brought her in and what she loved most as most men would she assumed.
When Elly reached to the two men talking, she held the sword in her left hand with a tight grip so it won't fall. "There you are girl; now show our customer what his gold has bought him." Elly took the black leather covered hilt in her right hand and unsheathed the sword. As the sword was revealed to the knight a nicely polished steel sword was taken from the sheath. She held the hilt and the end of the sword with both hands and presented it to the knight.
The knight, with his well stitched leather gloves, picked up the sword and told everyone to stand back. He swung the sword horizontal, vertical, then diagonally checking the balance and weight of the sword. He checked the black leather hilt with the perfect stitching going straight up by Elly. Then he looked at the well-polished guard, it had the same shine to it as the blade. Then he put his hand out, the signal to tell Elly he wanted the sheath, and sheathed the sword.
"This sword is a very fine sword. May I ask for the blacksmith who forged the weapon so I may give thanks to him?" The knight asked. "You are looking right at her m'lord" Ellys mentor said. The knight eyes widened with a shock expression upon his face after learning the sword was forged by a girl. He looked at Elly, took off one of his gloves and extended his hand to her. She took his hand with a firm grip and they both shook at the same time. "Such a firm grip" the knight said. "If I require another sword forged with such craftsmanship again, I shall return and ask for your hand personally."
When he let go of her hand, he reached in his armor and grabbed a bag of coins, then handed it to Elly. "I had not expected this sword to be made with this kind of quality, my thanks goes to you." Elly put the bag in her pockets looking at her mentor with a smile on her face and back to the knight. The knight took his leave and Ellys mentor made her clean the shop for the extra coin she was given by the knight
While she was sweeping the dirt from the shop to outside, she overheard some men who mentioned Ned Stark. She got closer to the boys to hear what had happened but they had gotten off the subject. Her curiosity got the best and walked in on the talking boys. "Hey what did you say about Ned Stark?" Elly asked. "He was a traitor to the crown and was executed a week ago. Where have you been? livin unda a rock?" one of the men had said. She dropped her broom and started having trouble breathing. She picked the broom from the floor and ran to the smithing area and closed the doors that lead to the smithing portion of the blacksmith shop.
Elly started to cry and still had trouble breathing. This was the first time this had ever happened to her, Elly didn't know what to do. Then she just sat down and she began to breathe normally, but the tears would not stop. She started to see memories of Eddard Stark in her mind.
Eddard stark was the lord in Winterfell and the father of five Stark children and one bastard child, except he actually had one more bastard child he had brought home with him after Robert Baratheons Rebellion. He never knew how Catelyn Tully, his wife, would respond to just one bastard child. So Ned Stark just showed up with Jon Snow or Lord Snow as people mockingly call him, and Catelyn Tully was furious at that he brought home that thing. She had prayed to the 7 gods that Jon would die. He only came down with an illness, but from the reaction she had to just Jon, he decided to leave his second bastard child a secret to her. Only Jon and Ned knew who she was.
This other bastard child has been kept secret for 14 years. She was raised as a maid girl for the Stark children. She was raised alongside her brothers and sisters without being raised with them. This girls name was Ellizabeth Snow.
Ellizabeth had woken up from her sleep. She must have fallen asleep from her crying because she was in her bed with a light sheet of cloth for a blanket on her. Elly rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got out of her bed.
She looked she looked around her room and everything was where it should be. Her long wooden bow with a blood red stain on it was in the corner of her room with her quiver of arrows. On the other corner was her great sword she practiced with daily if she could find time to use. Both of the weapons were hand forged by Elly herself and are very proud of both.
After what felt like forever, Elly finally she moved her legs and walked to the shop. Elly had been living with her mentor for about 6 months and it's been 7 months since she left Winterfell.
Elly wasn't comfortable being there since the two people who knew who she was are not gone to the wall and in Kingslanding. She found apprenticeship with a blacksmith in a small town where no one knew who she was. Ellizabeth Smith was the name she had given her so her bastard name Snow wouldn't reveal anything.
Elly found a note from her mentor that read 'will be back later.' He was probably out drinking with his friends, Elly thought. She decided to go get some food for herself so she grabbed her leather long coat with a fur collar. It was a lot warmer than Winterfell but it was still north so a nice jacket is welcomed. The shops doors and windows were all closed, letting no light in. Not much a surprise to her since it was only her at the shop and her mentor was out getting drunk. Then she just remembered of the terrible things she heard earlier that day and thought of something that she could do, but she was more than a fortnight away from Kingslanding and it would take her even longer to get there on foot. Elly decided to just keep that news in the back of her head until a gift from the gods come.
As she made her way to the back door if the shop, she was caught at the edges of her eyesight a mirror Elly looked herself in the mirror and saw a young girl, older than a child but not yet an adult. She was wearing a tight black leather shirt with the sleeves cut off and the ends of the shirt extended to cover her under areas. She had worn under her long shirt just in case a wind blows the ends up. Her face has taken mostly after her farther Ned Stark. Except his grey eyes, she instead took after her mother. A dark green that looked like emerald, in the sun it shined just as bright as an emerald in the sun. Her lips were a nice pink and a nice size that men would love to kiss. Her hair was long and straight and as brown as a Stark. Her body was a slim figure with small breasts but a nice round ass that guys looked at.
She stopped looking at herself in the mirror and head out of the shop. Elly forgotten to bring her great sword with her, as she always done when she went out. She returned to the shop and grabbed the massive sword and its sheath which was a more of a holder than a sheath. It was a long strip of leather, supported by iron. The end made to hold the point of the sword while another wide strip of leather to add extra support in holding the mid-section of the blade and finally two skinny pieces of iron for the blade, nearest to the guard, to go between.
After a while of wandering around looking at the things on the way into town, she finally reached town. She avoided the people as much as possible which came easy with her massive sword on her back. Looking to the sky it was almost midday and her stomach started to growl. She walked into a tavern and eyes suddenly gotten place exactly on her. The tavern was an ordinary one; it had tables for the men to eat and talk and candles to light the fowl smelling place. The men's faces in the tavern are as if they have never seen a woman before, but it was obvious why they were looking at her. Elly sad down at a vacant table and leaned her sword against the sword, since it was too big to sit with. The table was a cheap and made of wood, poorly constructed with nails sticking out of it and wobbly to the slightest touch. It almost felt like it was going to fall apart when she laid her sword against it. One of the serving ladies came up the Ellizabeth.
"That's a nice sword, what'll you have?" The serving lady said with a pleasant voice.
"My thanks to you." Elly said. "I made it myself; I'll have bread, meat and water please?" The serving girl's eyes grew wide of what she just said.
"You made that massive thing?" She said with her jaw wide open, still in shock.
"Sure did!" said Elly with a massive smile on her face, proud of her sword.
"If we too meet another time, I'll make sure to not piss you off!" the serving girl said walking away getting her order of food.
Everyone in the tavern was still eyeballing Ellizabeth just seeing if she would do anything. Sadly, to everyone's expectations she just sat there and waited for her food. The only movement that came out of her was tapping her foot.
What everyone couldn't see was the thought she had in her mind while staring at her. As she sat there, the thought of her father, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell was now gone. As the thought more and more of the fact of him being gone, rage filled her body. No it wasn't just rage alone, it was anger and revenge and her heart ached as though it had been pierced by a thousand knives. Ned Stark and Jon Snow being the only two people who knew who she really was and the only two people who treated her like a lord of Winterfell even though she and Jon didn't carry the Stark name. The only people who had showed her kindness and respect of a Stark and not a servant girl like she was. All of that kindness but all had to be done in secret, unless Lady Catelyn would raise suspicion. The only thing that even slightly comforted her was that she still had Jon, if he hadn't died from the wildlings yet. No she couldn't think of that right now.
The sound of men laughing loudly had distracted her thoughts long enough to bring her back to the land of the living. Elly shook her head to snap out of her thoughts she had. Her rage had gone away the second she was distracted and she saw the serving girl approaching her with her food.
"Here you go sword girl." The serving girl gave Elly a nickname since she hadn't known her real name.
"My thanks, but the name is Ellizabeth Smith." She said grabbing her fork and stabbing the meat with it.
"oh sorry." the serving girl said. "and my name is Agnys." With an up tone voice.
"Pleasure to meet such a nice serving girl like you Agnys" Elly said as she took a huge big of the meat and bread, then washed it down with the water.
"Oh it's my pleasure to see a woman brave enough to enter in one of these filthy places."
"My stomach isn't picky and this was the nearest place to find a fixing of food." Elly said taking another mouth full of food and washing it down with water again.
Suddenly a loud voice called out to Agnys and she had to leave Elly. Such a sweet girl thought Elly as she finished her food. When she left the tavern, she left the coin for the meal and an extra gold piece for the nice girl to keep.
With a filled belly of food, Elly made her way back to the shop. Her mentor still hadn't gotten back. If he went out, he normally stayed out until the morning on the morrow. She went to her room and put the large great sword back in its corner, where it normally rested and laid on her bed. Her thoughts from the ins had reentered her thoughts again.
Suddenly, on impulse, she grabbed her great sword again and places it on her back and strapped it in place. Then the bow around her body, hanging from her left shoulder down to her right calf. Then her quivers straps around her waist and hung down to her thighs, at arm's length. She checked her pocket for that bag of coin the knight had given her and checked inside. Only 20 Gold Dragons, this will probably be enough to get me where I need to go she thought. She grabbed a paper and quill, dropped the quill in the black ink and written her mentor a note.
When Ellys mentor gotten home the next morning, with his head felt as if it was hit by a smithing hammer but it was the alcohol he had drank from the day earlier. He found the note that said 'Thank you for all your mentorship, I have learned a lot and you have my thanks. But I feel as though I should take my leave so that you may pass your lessons to another apprentice. Sorry also, but I have taken some food and a horse, but I must go north to Castle Black and find my brother, Jon Snow.'