The Rogues of Night; Chapter 20

by Cj in a place where I can sing my heart out

Nacata was caught in a web of feeling as she slept fitfully. Anger, love, sadness… It all came rushing at her. Tossing and turning, all the people in her life bounced images through her head. Her kind and loving father, her forsaking mother, the maniacal king Darxon, Keron her love, Levi her dear friend… Pictures and scenes danced before her shut eyelids. Working in the forge, the rainy day her mother left, hilarious lessons with Levi, her capture, her fathers gory death… Screaming she woke up. Dawn was sneaking over the edge of her doorway, and the birds were chirping, but Nacata felt anything but relaxed and peaceful. Hoisting herself off the bed, she meandered into her forge, a light layer of dust had settled over it. Wrinkling her nose she wiped it off and started the fires.

            A bit later, the makings of a brace of knifes were heating and the hammer was ringing harmoniously through the forge. Smiling, Nacata settled into a rhythmic beat.

            Clang, ting, ting, clang, ting, ting…

            “Pure music,” she thought to herself. When the metals had heated up to a glowing white, she poured them into the prepared moulds and grabbed a padded hammer.

            Whack, thump, thump, whack, thump, thump…

              As she waited for them to cool, she sprinted over to the carpenters. He welcomed her and gave her the handles for the knifes. Then taking off towards the tanners, she picked up some leather sheaths. The hightailing back to her forge she made it just before the knifes cooled completely. Satisfied, she flipped them out of the moulds and chiseled her signature sign on them. A dark moon. Pleased, she felt the burden of her dreams lift off her. Only a thought of Keron lingered. Even it was faint though.