The Gem of Arvnia [Incomplete]

Chapter 1 - Returning

The Earth vibrated beneath Nyonin as his trusting horse galloped towards the nearing village. Shattersville was his hometown; after being born there and living there his entire life, he felt remarkably close to the place and the fellow humans that made home there. He kicked his horse as they strided through the mountainous path between him and Shattersville. When he finally arrived outside his house, the blacksmiths, he swiftly wiped his hand across his forehead,  removing any sweat he could, then entered the small, ancient building. "Yer back already lad?" the blacksmith asked as Nyojin removd his backpack and handed it to him. The blacksmith had brown, greasy hair, in the process of turning grey. His face was wrinkled, which was no surprise, as he was definitely in his 60's.
I've found some new materials, Sir," Nyojin grinned, "I bet you'll like them".
"I'm sure I will son", the man grumbled under his breath taking the backpack out of Nyojin's hands.
"What've you been up to then?" Nyojin questioned politely as he launched himself on an old, grey sofa tightly stitched up, which had obviously made in a hurry.
"Well I went on an adventure, became the king of Sekerland, granted myself with the power of immortality and won the jackpot in the lottery," sarcastically replied the old man as he opened the bag to comprehend the steel Nyojin had brought back with him
"Haha," replied Nyojin, rolling his eyes. "Very funny."
"Well I'm a blacksmith, I forged more weapons and armour, what d'ya think I'd had done," he answered, with a tiny chuckle to himself.
Nyojin nodded his head to the selection of weapons, bewildered at how much work the blacksmith had done in the past few days. "Humph. The townsfolk didn't lie, you do actually work Kyinga!"
"Ahh shut yer mouth and go wipe the dirt off your face; make yourself useful and dust the helmets as well."
"Sure thing, Kyinga," sighed Nyojin as he pushed himself up off the oddly comfortable sofa and took strides to the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror, looking for any scuffs or tears on his face or clothes. Nyojin had scruffy, black hair, dark hazel eyes and thin, chapped lips. He was quite a tall fellow for the age of 19, with an average body, not making him and the less agile though. He wore a light brown t-shirt and darker brown shorts. His shoes were originally white, but after the latest journey, they got drenched with mud.. Again, and him and the blacksmith both decided that they can't be bothered cleaning them anymore.

Nyojin grabbed a cloth from the sink, wet it, then wiped his face with it. He had a tendency of getting dirty in the caves, no matter how hard he tried keep himself clean. He groaned and wandered to the armoury, not taking a second to argue, and started his work. After a good half hour of work, Nyojin gave himself a well deserved pat on the back and stood back to admire his masterpiece, smiling widely with satisfaction of how clean and shiny the helmets looked. He was just about to out do himself and start cleaning more, when a booming voice filled the building.
"NYOJIN! HERE, NOW!!"
With no time to question, Nyojin shook his head and followed the sound.