Spring, 1769, New York City
"Father, father!" I called out as I ran down the stairs.
"Today's the day! I'm twelve years old today!"
I looked around the shop, no sign of my dear father anywhere.
"Hello?" I ask sheepishly, peering over the bar that separates the smithing area from the shopping parlor.
"Haha!" My father jumped out from behind one of the stoves. "Father! It's my birthday!" I started to leap around with joy.
"Yes it is, my dove" father took a lit candle and placed it on one of the work tables. It's light flickered about, just like my excitement. I had been waiting for this day ever since my father made his promise.
"What do we do first?" I queried.
"Come. Sit next to me and I'll show you how to become a blacksmith..."
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We Can Forge Our Own Destiny
Fanfiction19 year old [Y/n] Smith is in desperate need of a miracle. Her father, a blacksmith, has fallen ill with a disease that claimed her mother's life years before. At the same time, [Y/n] meets some men enrolled in the army. They tell her about the revo...
