Clbaez

Before I write anything I have to give credit to the video games of Assassin's Creed, the book series Ranger's Apprentice, and the Inheritance Cycle book series. Some of the items and creatures in the book will be based off of these three things. The events most likely won't be but it may be based off of events in some aspects. I will, however, try to make this as original as possible. Also some of the tiers of objects, for example, gold or silver, adamantium, etc. are tiers in the video game Terraria, as well as the order they go in. I just needed to give credit so that I didn't get sewed, even though that hopefully wouldn't have happened anyway. Clbaez out.

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"Clbaez, get up and help your father carry these crates to the blacksmith!" My mom called. I groaned, and got out of bed I was tented to make some excuse so that I could lay back down in my warm wool blankets, but I decided against it. "Coming mom!" I replied. I left my room and went in front of the house where my dad was and picked up a crate. "There he is," my dad said and grinned at me. "You slept like a rock, you wouldn't wake up when I tried," he said. I didn't want to say it but I had pretended to be asleep. "Well I was pretty tired after all that work I did with the blacksmith yesterday," I said. "What, you worked yesterday?" he joked. We laughed, as we arrived at the blacksmith's shop, it was also where he forged the weapons that he sold. He opened the door for us, seeing that our hands were full. "Ready to work more today?" he asked me. "I guess," I replied. We opened the crates and emptied the ore inside, which mainly consisted of iron but also had some silver and gold too. There was a lot of tin and copper as well. My dad and I went back and got the rest of the crates and brought them to the blacksmith. My dad left and went to work at the guard post, which started soon. I was left with the blacksmith, who was an old family friend. I got to works smelting ore and forging weapons with the blacksmith supervising and forging weapons at the same time. We worked all day and by the time I was to go home I was exhausted, as always. I had learned to forge daggers, throwing knives, swords, battle-axes, war hammers, and learned how to make high quality bows. I could also make good chain mail armor as well as plate mail armor. Well, I had been working for the blacksmith for almost four years now. I had started the day I turned twelve so that I could pay for hand-to-hand combat training, which I had been taking for as long as I had worked go the blacksmith. The only reason for it was because of a feud between the Mechizanni family, my family, and the Ganrado family, both huge families. When I was young the kids from that family would beat me up whenever they saw me. After nearly four years of combat training though, they are hesitant to fight me. I was only fifteen but I was still quite strong from working at the blacksmith and a very good fighter after so much training. I had dinner with my family, and then went straight to bed. As I was laying there trying to fall asleep I realized that my birthday was tomorrow, which meant I could be formally apprenticed. It was a law that you had to be at least sixteen to become apprenticed to someone. I stopped thinking about the next day and went to sleep.