Novn, Vondle, and I, the three boys, had made a pact to explore the path leading to the watch tower in our village. With curiosity and excitement in our hearts, we set off on our journey. As we approached the tower, the vigilant guard stationed there greeted us and warned us to proceed with caution.

Phonto: Are you boys headed towards the watch tower?

Novn: Yes, we are! We want to see the view from up there.

Phonto: Please be careful. The path can be slippery... Take your time and watch your step.

Vondle: Thank you uncle, We'll make sure to be cautious.

Phonto: Good. Have a safe journey, boys.

Ethan: (approaching the guard) Excuse me, sir.

Phonto: (curious) Oh? What is it?

Ethan: (handing over a small, wrapped leaf) It's a cake that I made myself. I hope you enjoy it.

Phonto: (surprised) A cake? Oh thank you.

Ethan: You're welcome! Happy working!

The tower in the village was a creation of the village wizard, a woman named Delara, who also owned the enchanted shop. It was commissioned by the lord, who offered her land and a shop as payment for her services. Delara used her magical abilities to shape a living tree from the forest into a magnificent spiral tower.

Ethan: (looking up at the spiral tower) Wow, this tower is amazing! I heard that Delara, the wizard, used her magic to create it.

Novn: (excited) Yeah, I heard she used a tree from the forest to shape it.

Vondle: (in awe) The wizard must be incredibly skilled.

With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I began my ascent up the spiral tower. The winding staircase led me higher and higher, revealing breathtaking views of the surrounding village and its lush landscapes. The air grew cooler and crisper as I climbed, and the sound of my footsteps echoed in the empty space. As I reached the pinnacle of the tower, I was greeted by a panoramic vista, where the beauty of the world stretched out before my eyes.

As the chilling season approached, I noticed a transformation in the forest. Some of the leaves had turned white, creating a picturesque scene against the remaining greenery. The wind, too, seemed to have picked up its strength, blowing with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. The village, although not covered in snow like Earth, experienced a drop in temperature, accompanied by the biting cold gusts of wind. As the chilling season settled in, the village braced itself for the imminent darkness that would soon descend upon it. It was a natural occurrence, determined by the changing seasons, and the duration of the darkness varied based on the specific time of year. For some seasons, the village would be immersed in darkness for just a few days, or it could last for a week or more. The villagers had grown accustomed to this cyclical phenomenon, adapting their routines and finding solace in the warm glow of hearths and candlelight during the long nights.

Novn: My mom said that on a clear day, we can see that magnificent tree all the way from here.

Ethan: We can come back again.

Novn: (takes a bite) Mmm, this is delicious!

Vondle: (nods) I agree! The texture is so moist and soft!

Ethan: I'm glad you both like it!

Vondle: You should consider opening a bakery someday. I'd be a regular customer!

Ethan: (laughs) Thanks, guys! I appreciate your feedback.

Ethan: Hey guys, after this I'm planning to visit the blacksmith shop.

Novn: Oh, really?

Ethan: There's something I want to check out.

Novn and Vondle: Okay.. Lets go together.

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As we made our way to the blacksmith shop, the door creaked open as I stepped inside, revealing a dimly lit space filled with shelves of tools, racks of weapons, and a roaring forge at the center of it all. And old woman greets us.

Ethan: Looks like there's someone inside.

Grandma Monne: Well, hello there! I'm Granny Emilia, If there's anything specific, you're looking for feel free to let me know..

Ethan: (politely bow) Excuse me, ma'am. Can we look around the shop first?

Grandma Monne: Of course! Feel free to explore, just be careful not to touch any sharp objects.

Novn and Vondle: Okay, we will be careful.

Novn: Look at all these weapons on display! The long swords are impressive.

Vondle: They all look so sharp and sturdy.

Ethan: Excuse me, Grandma Monne. I was wondering if you sell any string metals?

Grandma Monne: How long do you need? What kind of size?

Ethan: Yes, I actually brought an example with me. (shows the example made from a thin branch)

Grandma Monne: Let me take a closer look. Yes, we do have this size in stock. How much do you need?

Ethan: I'll need a small quantity for now, oh please give me a bottle of glue.

Grandma Monne: Not a problem. Just give me a moment, and I'll get the item for you.

As I waited for Grandma Monne to bring the items, I watched Novn and Vondle with amusement as they continued to marvel at the assortment of weapons on the shelves. Suddenly, a burly man, bearing a barbaric appearance, emerged from the back door, carrying freshly crafted weapons to hang on the wall. His face wore an unfriendly expression, while Grandpa closely observed us with a stern look. Grandma Monne gently nudged Grandpa, whispering a reminder to put on a friendlier smile for the young customers.

Grandma Monne: (interjecting) Now, now, Honey. Let's be kind to our young customers.

Grandpa Hamme: (grudgingly) Ahemm!

Grandma Monne: (placing the metal strings on the counter) Here you go. I have two types of metal strings for you to choose from.

Ethan: (curiously examining the first metal string) This one seems really strong and unbending. It would be great for something that requires durability.

Grandma Monne: That's right, dear. It's made from combining two mineral that provides strength and rigidity.

Ethan: (turning his attention to the second metal string) This one feels more flexible and bendable.

Grandma Monne: Ah, that one is made from a different type of metal, known for its flexibility and resilience and much more cheaper than the first one.

Ethan: Grandma Monne, can I get a piece of each metal string to test with my creations?

Grandma Monne: Of course, honey could you help me cut it?

Grandpa Hamme: Ahemm! How long?

Ethan: Grandpa, I would like the metal strings to be about this long.

(Ethan demonstrates with his hands, showing the approximate length he desires.)

Grandpa Hamme: Ahemm!

As Grandpa Hamme finishes cutting the metal strings, I carefully take out my wooden creation and a few tools from my bag. I took out my tools and prepared to create a tiny tension spring. With a small piece of flexible metal in hand, I started by shaping it into a loop at one end. Using my pliers, I carefully twisted the metal, creating a coil with just the right amount of tension. With each twist, the spring took shape, becoming more defined and compact. Once satisfied with the shape of the tension spring, I carefully combined it with the wooden piece, aligning it in just the right spot. With a gentle push and a satisfying click, the spring securely attached to the wooden base, completing the assembly. As I held up the finished product, Grandma and Grandpa leaned in to take a closer look. Their eyes widened with curiosity.

Grandma Monne: What have you made?

Ethan: Hairclips (I beamed with pride and excitement)

Ethan: Hairclip! Grandma, would you like to try the hairclip? It securely holds hair in place.

Grandma, with a smile, agreed and took the hairclip from my hands. She carefully positioned it in her hair. As she adjusted it to her liking, a look of surprise and delight appeared on her face. Grandpa, observing the scene, couldn't help but interject with a playful comment.

Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! That hairclip suits you.

Grandma Monne blushed and laughed, She admired the craftsmanship and the functionality of the hairclip.

Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! Did you use paint to color the decorated part?

Ethan: I used paint to add color to the wooden part of the hairclips. It gives them a more vibrant and eye-catching look.

Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! You have a good eye for detail and creativity, young boy.

Grandma Monne: The second metal string and the glue come to a total of 150 copper glint. I give you a discount off 30 copper glints.

Ethan: Here is the payment for the metal and glue. (and I handing over wrapped leaf) It's a cake that I made. I hope you and Grandpa could give it a try and share your feedback with me later.

Novn and Vondle: That cakes taste great! You should try it.

Grandma Monne: Oh, how thoughtful of you. I’ve already received the hairclip.

Ethan: I've made that hairclip using the second metal. I was hoping you could test them out for me and let me know how durable they are and if you encounter any inconveniences while wearing them.

Grandpa: Ah, so you're quite the creator, aren't you? Ahem! I'm curious to see how they withstand everyday use.

Ethan: Please let me know if there are any issues or improvements that could be made. I want to make sure they are comfortable and durable.

Ethan: Oh, I apologize for forgetting to introduce ourselves. My name is Ethan, and these are my friends Novn and Vondle.

Grandma Monne: Nice to meet you all, Ethan, Novn, and Vondle. We hope to see you again soon.

Grandpa: Ahem! Feel free to visit us anytime.

With the wind howling around us, I bid farewell to Grandma Monne and Grandpa Hamme, grateful for their kindness. As I walked towards the junction, I waved goodbye to Vondle, who lived nearby, and continued on my way with Novn. The wind grew stronger with each step, urging us to pick up the pace. We raced back home, feeling the exhilaration of the wind against our faces and the anticipation of reaching the warmth and safety of our homes.