It's holidays, folks! that mean, and i hope i can actually do this, but it should mean at least one, and i'm going for more, chapters, very soon. I also plan to either make better, or even completely redo the first chapter.

I stopped suddenly, pulling out the anvil. But instead, the infinity book appeared, and so did the bow. And then something weird happened. The book opened, unreadable character darting around on the pages, forming a single word, across the two pages. The bow floated in front of my, a few centimeters from my outstretched hand. The flame book came up beside it, the characters darting to and fro, forming another, different word. There was a pain in my hand, and as I looked, there was a tattoo like imprint there. In black ink, there was a circle, a smaller circle inside it, filled with two crossed hammers. These weren't work hammers, either, these were proper war hammers. Between the two circles, in the half a centimetres of space, there was writing, the same characters as in the book. I reached back for the bow, and spoke the words in the book. 'flamyo eternal' I muttered, and the words vanished from the books, and they started to, quite literally, burn to ashes in the air. I reached out, I felt I had to, with my other, free hand. The flame touched my hand, but it didn't burn. It transformed into power, flowing through me, to my other hand, out into the bow, sparking now like lightning. The bow burst aflame for a second, before returning to normal. Small characters suddenly appeared across the hand held section, curling round and round, before the bow dropped into my hand. I grabbed the string, and one of my iron tipped arrows appeared. I started sprinting forwards, the others following me. My sword banged against my hip, and the zombie sword-master ran beside me, his drawn from it sheath on his back. He held it in his left hand, as it was his more dominant. Then we reached the gap. Our armour glowed, as the sun hit it at exactly the right moment, before we dived into the fray. The first things I saw where all the bodies. Most where not ours, but some where. Our arrows let loose, and enemies fell all over the field. I shot my target, and he lit aflame, falling into the wooden house, the flames spreading from it. As the wood burned away, the cobblestone roof fell, crushing multiple of the flaming zombie's allies. My bow disappeared into my inventory, and I drew my sword. It hit against a zombies steel blade, which I manoeuvred aside, before thrusting forward, the blade piercing it's chest. As I withdrew, it dropped, the blade no longer holding it up. 'Duck!' Yelled the voice of the zombie swordsmen, and I dropped down to a crouch, as his blade whistled where my head was, cleaving the head off an unlucky zombie coming from my side. 'Thanks!' I snarled, not angry towards him, as he would know, for we where all angry. These fools had invaded the place that took us all in! My blade darted forward, piercing through the gaps of bone in a skeleton, piercing the spot it's heart would be, with identical effects. I drew back, I saw the sword-master fighting another mob a few meters to the side, just before a fully armoured zombie stepped in. he was equipped in full iron, his chest plate studded with outwards spikes. I stood in a stance, and we engaged. We where evenly matched, and, as my sword bounced off his armour I knew I had to do something. Then the behemoth smiled. That was all the warning I got before a sword was rammed through my chest from behind, before being withdraw after a few seconds. I fell flat on the ground, blood seeping from the wound. This was it, I knew it. As everything slowly went dark, heard a voice. 'DAMMIT! Where are my torches, and who keeps stealing the... oh, your here. Forget about the outburst, please. Ah, here they are.' the room lit up, a room of pure chiselled quartz, pillars rising at regular points. 'Hello there... bombs266, but I hope you don't mind me calling you bomb, because that's all you'll get. It appears you almost died there. Oh yes, I should introduce myself, i'm... well, my name differs from what you want to call me. Some call me Notch, some call me god, some call me prince of the sea. You may call me Aryan. It is not my name, but it will do for this meeting. You will survive, bomb. I sent a friend of mine to help you, and I think you know him. Good luck.' I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but he touched my forehead, and I blacked out. Out of the last of my vision, I saw a woman with ice white hair walk in. She was as old as me, and bolted quickly upon seeing me. Then, as the blackness cleared, I saw the sword raised above me. The behemoth zombie had flipped me, and was about to stab me. At least I would die quickly. That was what I thought, at least until I heard the sounds of hooves. Then the sparkle of iron, before two diamond sword plunged through its neck, then pulled in a way that the body jerked, and the sword was flung aside before it fell down to me. The diamond blades flashed, and I saw undead bodies hit the ground rapidly. I was lifted, and two bottles of deep pink liquid where poured down my throat, followed by a lighter pink shade. 'Two healing's and a regeneration, friend.' I heard a gruff voice say. It was familiar, but old. I looked at my gut, seeing the wound actually shrink in on its self. After a space of twenty seconds, it was gone. I looked up at the figure, and I recognised the figure. ' V... V.D? Is that you, the man who saved me on my first day?' The man smiled, helping me up, passing my sword to me, before grabbing both of his. 'Vassal's Demon, in the flesh. Call me Vassal, V.D is my signature. An old friend sent me to help you, said the town I founded was in danger. I came with all haste, now, let us reclaim our city! He cried, and we both ran forward, his dual swords cleaving through anything that stood in his way. I wielded my sword two-handed, using more force then particularly necessary. Vassal shouted back to me, 'Come on, wielder of the blacksmith! Show them you hammers!' I realised he was talking about my mark, and the hammers it contained. As I thought about it, a blue energy flowed from my hand, through my sword arm, and as it hit the hilt, it changed instantly to a single handed war-hammer. The handle was darkened wood, the actual hammering part of the weapon, a deep black. It wasn't obsidian, either, just what looked like smooth, black rock. I swung it, and it smashed through a zombie skull with ease. I pummelled enemy warrior after warrior , catching up with Vassal. The enemies where thinning, either dead or fleeing. There was a shout, and they retreated as one. A few stayed, and where killed. We walked to the survivors of our side, a hundred or so men and women, all armed. Two humans rested with them, a third one I had seen dead on the battlefield. I collapsed next to a resting general, and Vassal sat to. A few minutes later, Blood appeared, having emerged from her hiding place, killing a stray zombie, and coming in. a minute later, I heard a low whine, and crawled into a destroyed building. I realised the noise, one of my wolves had become injured and trapped! I walked to it, moving rubble and debris aside, pulling her out, giving her some meat. She seemed to heal from it, so I healed her fully this way. 'Where's your friends?' I said, and she walked out a small hole, coming back with a pup and another adult dog, this one not mine. As I crawled back out through the now waist high door, a man recognised the male wolf. 'That was my friend's, he died in the assault. Keep him, he would have wanted him to find a mate.' and I sat again, this time with a dog on either side of me, a puppy on my lap, as well as Blood and Vassal resting nearby. And then the other side of the village exploded.