So What! I'm A Prince Too!

Chapter 7:

"So you're saying that the three of us has the power to defend this world?" Sameal said

"Yes this world has summoned you to defend it, and the only way you can defend this world is if you unlock the will of God and unlock Arcane Magic." Enoch said while twirling his staff.

"Now go find the blacksmith I'll help you develop your magic but remember I can not teach you all of my spells because magic was never to be learned like that. Look at those witches they've never learned "spells" from other users before they simply develop their magic as a part of themselves."

"Wait why am I going to the blacksmith?"

"The blacksmith will assist you with your other class."

As Sameal left the underground mage training ground he proceeded toward the hill that Artemis identify as the blacksmith's hut. The blacksmith's hut was dark and empty. It stood, silent, on a grassy hilltop, the ruins of other structures around it. The weather and wildlife had reduced stone foundations to rubble and surrounding stout wooden walls to a few rotten pieces of timber mixed with the ground. But the hut stood alone.

It was waiting. Not in a sentient, thinking way, but it stood silent and waiting.

The signboard over the hut was rotted, and years had worn the sign and whatever name it had has been long erased by time.

After a second, Sameal pushed the door and it creaked open. His instincts tells him that a blacksmith hut should have been lit with raging fire and the scattering of sparks but the room seems deserted and a thick layer of dust covered every surface.

An old man was lying against an anvil and seems to be smoking a pipe.

As Sameal walked toward the anvil, the old man opened his cloudy eyes and said, "Did Enoch send you? Tell him I'm not accepting you and tell him that he can stop telling his sob stories."

(Well then story over I guess. Fin.)

"Wait, what do you mean you're not accepting? I never said I want to be your apprentice? Gosh people these days going on and on about how good they are." Sameal said with shamelessness.

"You have a thick skin you scoundrel, even though I know you're baiting me to accept you but you are not a good fit for this job. I've been a blacksmith for my entire life and you're simply too weak, along with your current condition you probably won't even last an hour. Also even though you pick Engineer class you still have to learn from the foundation before you can build any machine." The old man shook his head in pity.

"What! Why do I need the blacksmith skill just to become a engineer?" Sameal quickly responded.

"To become an engineer you need to craft your own materials and only then can you craft an iron army. If your materials are shabby then so would your creation. Imagine an army of machine or tools form from iron or just a thin layer of aluminum. The iron would definitely last longer than just simple aluminum." The old man explained.

After god knows how long Sameal finally understood the logic and again thought of his older brother and the urgent need of defending against the demons he said, "Fine, I'll learn blacksmithing and although my body is weak I'll not give up I can endure anything."

"Oh really? If you can endure through anything then go over there and bring my hammer over to me." Then the old man closed his eyes and went back to lying against his anvil.

Sameal walked over to the corner of the room and was about to pick up the hammer when he realize that the weight of the hammer is heaver then he expected. With his current physical condition it was impossible to pick up the hammer and by his estimation the hammer seems to wait at least a thousand pound which is unheard of.

However, Sameal thought of the trouble he may soon be in, he slowly dragged the hammer toward the corner of the room. It began to rain outside.

A cold, hard rain that pattered on the hut and seeped through the cracks. Tapping, dripping. The young man's face full of sweat and eyes full of determination. The room was dark and gloomy only lit by the sparks scattering from the pipe. It almost seems peaceful, one old man and one young both in the darkness. One lying there enjoying the moments of life while one trying his best to save the world he had no relations to except for his brother. It was peaceful. The rainfall became the background noise and Sameal felt himself calmed down for the first time in what felt like ages.

Thus, the legendary tale of a young men who will rewrite history books begin. The legend of Ling Tian… (Wait wrong novel sorry)