Minutes before the Crafting Ceremony, Clover did her final act. With agile but graceful arm movements, she bent water into her will. A delicate, beautiful art piece laid in front of her. It would take time before she can do that again, so she thought. In the ceremony, she will be receiving a medallion with doubled-headed arrows instead of a spiral swirl. To become a blacksmith not an artisan, that was the deal.

       Hot, smoky and dirty, this was the smithy. Inevitably, Clover was pulled into her new world, holding on a friend's wise words to get by. If she thinks being a smith apprentice had completely altered the course of her life. She would have to reconsider that after a pack of Obsidia, and their unknown masters raid their town.


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