Brinvok awoke in the warm familiar warmth of his childhood bed, he was now a young man and it had been several years since his brother's tragic death and he was now almost an adult. He walked into the dining room of his father’s house, which essentially was also the kitchen and the living space. His father was a carpenter for the village and due to the recent drought in the area, all of the trees were wilting, making it hard for his father to find enough living trees to make into pillars for the town.
Brinvok walked up to his mother and father who were sitting at their table eating their oatmeal and drinking milk from their cow. Brinvok asked of them,
“Mother, father? Am I able to go into the main village and visit Jarvin at the blacksmiths?”
“Oh I don’t know Brinny, I have to go really far today with my workers to find any living trees, your mother needs help around the house with fields, don’t you dear?”
“Oh yes, an extra pair of hands would be wonderful ever since…” his mother petered off, she had always been a bit off since Bjorn died, she still sometimes she still leaves an extra plate at dinner for him, both Brinvok and his father constantly would worry about her health.
“Alright, I’ll stay…” Brinvok moaned, he had no intention of staying home, his friend would be sailing away for a few months and this would be the last time he could see him for a while.
After him and his mother said goodbye to father and he was out of sight, Brinvok waited until his mother fell asleep after breakfast, she always was so tired, to run down to the village. By now the village was vibrant with life, the people were running to and fro with baskets of breads, meats, arrows and all sorts of goods. The blacksmith’s forge was a big stone building that had several smokestacks that billowed black smoke like a dragon. Brinvok then knocked on the door and a scrawny man with big goggles on and an apron stained with soot answered the door.
“Ah Brinvok how have you been? Jarvin is in the back smelting more copper, we have a big shipment that needs to be sent to Valkria tomorrow night.”
“Thanks Brahmon.” replied Brinvok, Brahmon was the town’s blacksmith. For what he lacked in physical standings, he made up for in his vast knowledge of smithing. “Hey Jarvin”, Brinvok called into the store. There was a loud clang as several copper blades hit the floor.
“Hey man I am really swamped with work, I appreciate the visit but I promise I’ll come by your house and say goodbye to you and your parents,alright?”
“Yeah… see you around…” Brinvok said as he dragged himself out of the blacksmiths. As soon as he exited however, he looked into the distance and saw dark smoke clouding up the horizon, in the direction of his house.
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