A new short chapter of this growing story. I can’t help but enjoy every minute I spend on this. Know, that as with many of my work on here, I hardly ever edit check grammar or do spell check. It is written as is at this very day. May you enjoy and please let me know what you think?
Kingdom of Crestoria! 21
“Tha’be thy first, now then…” Garreth took a sword from the fire that had been in heated in the same time and laid in on the anvil. The cling made a vibrant and clear sound unlike the look of molten lava with blisters ready to pop open. With quick swoop he swept a dagger from his waist through the air and lowered it near the tip. Cutting a piece not much bigger than a drop of rain.
The dagger scrapes over the anvil, pushing the metal fragment in to a small crucible that waited next to it. The sound was that of a penny dropping and chiming before the silence sets in.
Well as what could be expected of silence in a smithy, with flames roaring, bellows blowing and chains ringing when moved about. A hammer strike flattened the shortened sword and created a new tip in just an instant. It was less pointy, but it didn’t stop Garreth to throw it in the water trough.
Sizzles become bubbles that burst violently at the surface into a perfectly white stream of steam from the now boiling water. “Nothin’ More than thy Trynee sword now, buh thy couse is worth. Hold on to yew horsees!.” The smithy grinned all the time.
The eyes were filled with a childish joy and anticipation. Nothing you would expect from a hardened worker, or maybe one would, could expect it from a man who puts pride in his works of art and high priced pieced. The crucible is put in the fire and his well muscled arms start pulling the chains. A orchestra of bellows and air light underneath the flames and form an instant wall of fire surrounding that little cup with the small tip.
“Here yew go… almost done.” HIs huge tongs pick up the cup that to was heated to this orange glow. A smell of roasted flesh filled Duncan’s nose from the greyish smoke that fumigated from the hands of Garreth. HIs hands tilted the cup over and a liquid drop of lava came rolling out into the locking mechanism.
Another click sounded to indicate the second lock was now opened. “Me should have used cloves there.” With out further notice he pulled the dagger from his waist again and hold the blade in its hand. “This be for yew to wield, against thy evil, It be me blod tha’ crafted this.”
With a rip he pulled the blade from his hands with splatter of blood directly drip over the floor. As Garreth held his hand over the cup he squeezed his fist. Bllood seeped into the lock and a strange light burned from its opening. While he wrapped a cloth over his hand you could hear the lock ticking.
This wasn’t a single click. The sound was more like cogs and wheels being turned. Air was sucked into the small opening of the lid, like a jar being opened. Slowly the case opened itself with a blood red aura surrounding it.
Garreth had his eyes wide open with a smile plaster across his face, and Duncan was just in awe, under no circumstances was he able to utter a word as the mesmerizing light shown on his face. The both were waiting to see this dagger seeing its first light of day.
To be continued…
I am working on a page to gather all the 500 word chapters so one can find them with ease. And in that respect before anything I do want to ask you if one would rather have 500 words or 1000 chapters archived. Because in the latter case I need to do some extra work.