WHITE AND BLACK. # BOOK.1 - THE SWORD OF SILVER

THE SWORD OF SILVER

Lolark was staring with his beady eyes at Aarav , from top to bottom .
"Why're you here boy? What do you want?" He said moving his hands over the wheels of his chair and coming closer to him.

"I was here to forge a sword...a special one..."

"Hah..we dont do forgin' for idiots...only warrior bloods...Get lost...Bloody hot bloods..."

"Ser, but i am a warrior blood..."

"Oh yeah? Then catch this..." The old man said and threw a sword towards Aarav which he caught with ease.

"Looks like you are...but i've left my job of a bladesmith a long time ago. But who sent you anyway? Huh?"

"Master Ashwa sent me , he said you were the only person who could forge swords which aren't iron , copper or bronze..."

"Ashwa? Do you mean that masked Bastard Ashwathama ?"

"Yes , ser , he's my guru..."

"Uh...i see , bloody idiot wants a blade again , am i correct? I told him i only make a sword for a person once....he wasted it didn't he , boy?"

"Actually , its me who wants a sword forged, not Master Ashwa..."

He thought for a while , then stared at Aarav's face for some more time , then said ,
"Not happening , i don't forge swords for kids..." and turned to go back into the shop.
"There are 1789 shops in this street , go to any shop you want."

"But , its not an iron , copper or bronze sword , its a silver sword...."

"Get lost..." He said and went away.

For a long time Aarav stood there calling out his name, but he didn't even answer . Finally , he pulled out one of the rusty stools and sat on it in front of the shop.

He was about to go back , when he heard a rough and rowdy voice say,
"Old hag , come on out and give us the money , you asshole, or we'll kick your butt..."

Aarav turned to see three , well built , rowdy looking men standing on the other side of the shop. One of them saw Aarav and said,
"What the heck do'ya want , kid ? Get lost...Old hag come out , or we'll have to take whatever's remaining in this scrapyard..."

Aarav looked at them , one of them came close ,
"Whatch'ya lookin' at , bastard? Want some?"

"I want nothing..." Aarav said and sat quiet.

"Ar' ya ignorin' me? Ah..look what we have here...how about we take this..."

He saw Aarav's cloak , and pushed it upwards to look at the bracelet.
"i wouldn't touch it if i were you..." Aarav warned him.

"You're right , i wont touch it , i'll just snatch it..." He was about to touch it , while in time Aarav pulled his hand back .

"How dare'ya , you son-o-a-bitch?"

Aarav ignored him. While the other two men came close too,
"Any problem boss?" Said one of them .

"Nothin' , the boy is askin' for some , giv'im will ya..."

One of the guys came and launched a punch at Aarav , he just moved his slightly and the guy missed. He launched another hand , and in time , Aarav held his wrist and stopped him.His free hand launched again , and Aarav caught it , and turned the man , so now he was lying on his back, with both his hands in Aarav's.

"You're making a mistake , ser..." Aarav warned him.

"We'll see..." Said the second guy and charged. Aarav used the stool and jumped high , and while falling back , with the back of his leg, he kicked him in the head. The man fell on his face.