Kron shouts to his father, a blacksmith in the town. His father frowns. His sweats dip in the burning ashes underneath his chin. He is forging a sword, but not for his son. It's for his customer.
"I want a sword, father!". Now, Kron's tone just gets louder. He seems to be in dire need of possessing a sword, and his desperate face substantiates his cause.
"Why would you want a sword, son?" Heathcliff demands an answer from his 19-year-old child, his only child.
"I want to kill that dragon".
No comments:
Post a Comment