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The Art of Sculpture
Far away in the mountains lived a shaman and a blacksmith. These two were one and the same. His name was Hepcan, a master of fire, metalworking, stone masonry and the art of sculpture. His was red skinned and perhaps the only Evabon treated with respect by all races.
Hepcan was known for making beautiful works of art but always people came to him to make weapons and armor for war. This brought much sadness to the red Evabon. He was a neutral person and always one who would never object.
Then came Titania and he stopped working on his most recent sculpture. Hepcan stared with his emotionless eyes. Why had she come?
"Hepcan, I have come to you to have new armor and weapons made for my son." Hepcan nodded and slowly made his way over to his forge. Titania watched as the lame blacksmith began his work. "Have you nothing to say? His previous armor you made for his father, my husband. Do you not wonder what happened to Arjuna's previous armor?"
Hepcan didn't say anything. He didn't nod, he didn't shake his head he was just focusing on his work.
He worked quickly and soon the armor, sword and shield were finished. Hepcan looked at his work and there was no pride in his eyes. More death, death was a part of life but it shouldn't have been like this. An ugly thing like him made things of beauty but people came to him to make things of war… there was no beauty in war, just ugly things like him. He was old, ugly, lame no woman would have him. His own parents had despised him, so had the woman he loved. Hepcan had no family!
"What will you do when Arjuna is dead?" Hepcan turned to look at Titania. "Send his son into the war? Would you really send young Nirget into the maws of death itself?"
"Hepcan, I tried to prevent my son but I will not prevent my grandson from joining the war." Titania placed a hand on the breastplate. "Arjuna will not die, he is invulnerable." Hepcan merely looked down at the ground. There would be a death and it would be Arjuna's.