Chapter Three- Aurelius
Over the next week, Greay scoured the town for work. Here he had a chance, whereas back in Europe, no one dared to even consider him for employment. Finding many job offers, he finally found a blacksmith's forge, where the sixty-seven year old blacksmith, Aurelius, was in desperate need of an apprentice. Greay hastily accepted the job, eager to help the elderly man. Aurelius took Greay under his wing, teaching him the art of smithing. Greay noticed that his mentor held passion for his craft, and had worked very hard to perfect it. Greay learned where to mine for the best metals, to smelt their ores, make fine leather, and most of all, to form the materials into a useful item. Aurelius took great pride in his pupil, having Greay take over for him at times when his failing health prevented him from working the forge. Greay made a reputation for himself within Arendelle as a fine smith, one who might one day exceed Aurelius. Aurelius and Greay grew close, and became the father and son each other had never had the chance to have. Aurelius even knew the secret of Greay, which had been revealed when an accident happened. While Aurelius was inspecting a blade he had made for one of the guardsman, arthritic pain struck him arm, causing him to drop the sword into the burning forge. Greay instinctively reached out to catch the falling sword, extending his arm into the flames. He caught the sword by the blade, causing a slight cut. A drop of flaming blood dripped into the forge, causing the heat to skyrocket. Greay, however, retracted his arm unscathed. Aurelius said this simply proved Greay to be a smith. "Flaming blood! That's a sign- that you are the son of the forge!" Aurelius said to Greay. But he also respected Greay's fear, and never betrayed his secret to anyone.
In about a year, it seemed to anyone that Greay had always been in Arendelle. He was well respected, owned property in Arendelle, and was a quality smith. To all, his character and looks where impeccable. He was muscular, tall, with long, black tousled hair, and green eyes that had slivers of orange, like a fire raging behind his eyes. He was wealthy, but did not abuse his riches. Many a homeless person now had a decent life, employed in a mine Greay discovered to help supply his forge. Greay- smithed goods were a must have, made with exceptional quality and reasonable price. If anything was to be said against Greay, it would be his interaction with others. He was kind, but tended to stay in the shadows, avoiding contact. Greay always wore gloves, laced with heat resistant fibers. He claimed it was merely his fashion, but some questioned otherwise, remembering how Elsa had hidden her true abilities. It was rumored that Tyson Greay held some great and terrible power that he never showed anyone. Some said it was ice, some speculated that perhaps he was Elsa's opposite, that he was in control of the very fires of Hell. But Greay always adamantly denied these claims, proclaiming to be as ordinary as any man. But it was rumored that even Queen Elsa kept a close watch on Greay, believing he was holding great power.