Deep underground, in the fiery basement of a small wooden house, Asher fiddled with different types of woods against the slanted, stone desk. birches, willows, oaks, mahogany, and other vast assortments of bark were scattered across the room from corner to corner. Carefully carving little designs into each piece, looking over his side to where a rose gold blade sat, seeing if it’d match the color or not.
From the entrance, small footsteps echoed through the thin walls of dirt and stone along with a smooth, soft, humming melody.
“Asher?” his younger sister, Edith, called once she hit the ground, tapping her foot impatiently,”Asher, where are you now?”
“Edith, come hither.” he called back as she came through the small opening going into a much larger space where she was flooded with mass waves of heat. The giant cast iron oven sat in the furthest corner of the room, luckily, turned off or cooling down, hence why it’s so hot. It had to have been turned on earlier for the base of the blade next to him was still tinged red.
Edith came over to his small little nook and slid his a thin baby blue flyer with a black knight on his steed beside him. “Tomorrow is twenty years...The competition for the Chosen One is the eve of tonight.” she said, slowly swiping away the loose wood scraping into her hand.”I figured you would attend.”
“I know.” he replied, still heavily concentrated on the small designs, “Why were you in town today? Men are fighting whoever’s in their pathway.”
“Guards who serve the king, are.” she corrected him, and went over to the oven to toss away the scrapings, “and I had gone for Father’s medicine, if you’re ever so curious.”
“Of course you did...”
“Asher,” Edith called, going back over to him and setting her head on her hands on the table fiddling with other loose pieces of wood, “why not go?”
Asher sighed, “You know how strict Father is about that...swordplay.”
“But it’s what you love is it not?” Edith argued, snatching the blade and wooden piece out of Asher’s hand and her red ribbon in her hair and started piecing it together the rose blade. “The competition is tonight. It begins at sundown which isn’t long and I expect you to go, the King will be there as well.” Finishing, she set the sword on the table and helped Asher up, “You are going, and I will help you.”
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The God Amule
Fantasy-If you want to know how long it took to write the first story-this one wss written in between that and was finished- In the Kingdom of Argery, Amule is known as the greatest God in the world. One who deserved the highest of grace. Every 20 years, a...
