Pawns
are greater than the King
Disclaimer: I do not own magic: the gathering, any similarities to other story lines are purely coincidental.
Do NOT copy this. If you want to you MUST contact me to gain permission.
Chapter One:
The beginning of everything.
I don't keep track of time anymore, but it has been a long time since my birth. I was born into a poor family of little wealth or trappings. I had to learn quick, I was working not long after my birth, I had to keep shelter above my head. If I did not work, I did not eat. Even when ill. My childhood was short lived, and for that I am thankful. For you see my life didn't start until that was over. But it still does hold significance. It shaped much of what I did later on in life. Best that story be kept for later.
Once I left home, the world daunted me. I had not known what it was like, less I be distracted and not work during childhood. It bore on me a great strain. It was many months before I found work, used to the strains of living so rough I did not mind it. It was soothing, a home from home feeling. It was in this job, I might a blacksmith. He classical of his stereotype. Short, strong and hardly any hair; it most probably being constantly singed by the large embers by his side. His confidence and stubbornness worn like a large broach on his bare chest, it was not long till he came up to me.
This time being so crucial to me, I shall never forget. He came up and asked me my name. I told him, his eyes lit up. Due to just my name he had seen me as a friend. His booming voice that had asked my name, now was quite; if not timid. Almost by a whisper he told me his name was Hellrach. I did further ask why he has such an unusual name, but he bid me not to inquire. He took me under his proverbial wing and I stopped sweeping dirt and started to learn how to be a blacksmith. The actual manufacture was long, laboring and for the most part dull. However it was contradicted when the product was complete. To create something new, out of something that has been buried in the ground for thousands of years is marvelous.
For many a year I worked with Hellrach, he teaching me all his knowledge. He was surprised by my abnormal rate to take in and assimilate knowledge. Though it took time, and a lot of effort I did eventually surpass Hellrach, but by this time we had both grown. Unfortunately as I grew stronger, he grew into old age and declined in his abilities. Being stubborn he did not stop work, and he died whilst striking his ever faithful anvil.
I had never experienced death of a companion before. I had killed and eaten many an animal, and hardly known relatives had died. But never one as close as Hellrach. I was sad, I even had to pick his searing flesh off of the red hot anvil upon which his lifeless body lay. At this point I was overcome with feelings of hate, compassion and sadness. I did not work until his burial. It did not seem right. I paid my homage in a blacksmith way. My best piece of metal work I had ever made I laid in his coffin, and then as if by instinct I returned him to the flames which he much did love. The wood of the coffin burnt, his skin crackled. His body had gone, gone to where it should be. The transition made by the contained heat we had in that furnace.
The ritual over, my mind, heart, body and soul now cleaned of my guilt as I gave him the accumulation of what he taught and had instilled in me. As with father and son, I took his position as a black smith. I could not stand the place, the constant reminder. The tools Hellrach used to teach me, the anvil upon which he died. I decided to leave, to leave and remember, but not be reminded of. However in such a woeful time my pain did not easily go. Just as I decide to leave, I was demanded by a request. A request that eventually changed my life forever.
Well that's all for now. Please r&r. Once I have received sufficient reviews I'll carry on the story.
Lu Chao
Disclaimer: I do not own magic: the gathering, any similarities to other story lines are purely coincidental.
Do NOT copy this. If you want to you MUST contact me to gain permission.
Chapter One:
The beginning of everything.
I don't keep track of time anymore, but it has been a long time since my birth. I was born into a poor family of little wealth or trappings. I had to learn quick, I was working not long after my birth, I had to keep shelter above my head. If I did not work, I did not eat. Even when ill. My childhood was short lived, and for that I am thankful. For you see my life didn't start until that was over. But it still does hold significance. It shaped much of what I did later on in life. Best that story be kept for later.
Once I left home, the world daunted me. I had not known what it was like, less I be distracted and not work during childhood. It bore on me a great strain. It was many months before I found work, used to the strains of living so rough I did not mind it. It was soothing, a home from home feeling. It was in this job, I might a blacksmith. He classical of his stereotype. Short, strong and hardly any hair; it most probably being constantly singed by the large embers by his side. His confidence and stubbornness worn like a large broach on his bare chest, it was not long till he came up to me.
This time being so crucial to me, I shall never forget. He came up and asked me my name. I told him, his eyes lit up. Due to just my name he had seen me as a friend. His booming voice that had asked my name, now was quite; if not timid. Almost by a whisper he told me his name was Hellrach. I did further ask why he has such an unusual name, but he bid me not to inquire. He took me under his proverbial wing and I stopped sweeping dirt and started to learn how to be a blacksmith. The actual manufacture was long, laboring and for the most part dull. However it was contradicted when the product was complete. To create something new, out of something that has been buried in the ground for thousands of years is marvelous.
For many a year I worked with Hellrach, he teaching me all his knowledge. He was surprised by my abnormal rate to take in and assimilate knowledge. Though it took time, and a lot of effort I did eventually surpass Hellrach, but by this time we had both grown. Unfortunately as I grew stronger, he grew into old age and declined in his abilities. Being stubborn he did not stop work, and he died whilst striking his ever faithful anvil.
I had never experienced death of a companion before. I had killed and eaten many an animal, and hardly known relatives had died. But never one as close as Hellrach. I was sad, I even had to pick his searing flesh off of the red hot anvil upon which his lifeless body lay. At this point I was overcome with feelings of hate, compassion and sadness. I did not work until his burial. It did not seem right. I paid my homage in a blacksmith way. My best piece of metal work I had ever made I laid in his coffin, and then as if by instinct I returned him to the flames which he much did love. The wood of the coffin burnt, his skin crackled. His body had gone, gone to where it should be. The transition made by the contained heat we had in that furnace.
The ritual over, my mind, heart, body and soul now cleaned of my guilt as I gave him the accumulation of what he taught and had instilled in me. As with father and son, I took his position as a black smith. I could not stand the place, the constant reminder. The tools Hellrach used to teach me, the anvil upon which he died. I decided to leave, to leave and remember, but not be reminded of. However in such a woeful time my pain did not easily go. Just as I decide to leave, I was demanded by a request. A request that eventually changed my life forever.
Well that's all for now. Please r&r. Once I have received sufficient reviews I'll carry on the story.
Lu Chao