Rise of a simple Blacksmith

by Author of the Stars

John is a boy who doesn't have family history, a couple of rare and mysterious friends, and one crazy job of forging weapons. But when the remote corner of Arualan he lives in is threatened, how can a blacksmith and his friends save their town, their country and their world from destruction. Rated T for blood and battle Gore. Story put on hold for now. Please read my others. Bye!

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Prologue, 15 years ago:

A woman clothed in rags was shoved aside as a massive figure bore down on her. The man who barely pushed her out of the way was almost hit himself.

"Run! For the seven lords' sake run!" The man yelled at the young woman. "I'll hold him off for as long as I can, hurry!"

Gwyneth ran, for that was her name, into a dark forest where everything seemed sinister and evil. She ran, from what, she was not sure. The forest? The Figure? Or her past? It didn't matter now, she needed to find shelter as a heavy rain began to accompany the dark fog of earlier on. She finally burst out of the forest into an open clearing by a lakeshore. She saw a small shack and began to stumble towards it. As she saw a person emerge from the hut she finally gave in to exhaustion, falling forward into the person's arms as her vision faded to black.

Present day:

I yawned as I rolled off my straw bed onto the floor.

"Ouch.." I muttered.

I got up and put on my woolen jacket and dried leather shoes.

"COCKLE-DOODLE-DOOOOO!" A rooster crowed. I started over to the clanging I could already hear from the forge.

"Morning Mum" I said as I passed my mother in the kitchen.

"Don't miss breakfast!" She said as she threw some wood on the fire.

My Mum has beautiful long brown hair that reaches halfway down her back. She has a slim, tall elegant figure that many of the village men admire, but she already has married our host,

"As if…You know I wouldn't for the world,"

It had been fifteen years since me and my mother arrived at the forge. The owner kindly took us in after finding my mother half dead stumbling towards his hut. Since then, having a job as a blacksmith's had done me good. I had a nice body from making metal tools all day. I also have dark brown hair and green eyes. I then arrived at the forge.