United paths

Season one: Chapter Two: Life by the forge

Carter POV

CLANG. The stone hammer struck the white hot metal. CLANG. The sword began taking shape. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. I stepped back, admiring my work and wiping the sweat off my forehead. I whistled for Ripper, who quickly grabbed the wooden hilt of the sword and plunged it into the water barrel. The metal sizzled as it cooled down, and steam rose from the barrel. After it had been in the water for around thirty seconds, he pulled it out and placed it on the smithy. I added the finishing touches, like wrapping the handle with leather and sharpening the blade.

“Think Jill will be happy with it?” Ripper asked.

“Well, she better be.” I replied.

“Cause she’s gonna have to pay up either way.”

Ripper chuckled slightly before saying “She should be coming in later this day.”

“While we’re waiting, how about we work on repairing John’s armor.” said.

“I’ll go get it.” Ripper said.

He got back, carrying the helmet in his mouth, the gauntlets in his claws, and the chest plate on his back, which almost blended in to the silver streak that went from his neck to the end of his tail. I grabbed them from him and tossed them on the smithy. After I finished the armor, I placed it it the ‘Waiting for pickup’ section. Neither of them would show for at least another hour, so I decided to take a nap. I plopped down onto my ragged mattress and pulled the thin cloth sheets over me. Than I drifted off to sleep.

To be continued

By Dragon