A big hand to Theonceunknown who held me fix and edit this chapter.

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~prologue~

I was the best sword-smith in my kingdom, My swords were desired by all, but I only sold to a few. You see I didn't do it for the money ,I did it to increase my skill.

Yea, yea, I know what you're thinking, if I was the best ,why would I need to get better? Well , that's simple, its because I wasn't the best.

During my travels to acquire more knowledge of smithing, ores, and forging techniques, I came across a sword in a dungeon. The sword was plunged into a stone in the center of a circular chamber, there wasn't any rust or damage.It was a single edged blade that had a slight curve.

This would make you assume that this blade was meant for slashing. Besides that, it was beautiful, the handle was covered by a black cloth that had diamond's shaped into the handle. The hand guard was simple, yet it looked magnificent. The blade was black with a grey stripe running along its sharp edge.By far, it was the best crafted sword I had ever seen.

But while I was admiring the beauty of the blade, the worst thing happened, my ignorant fool of a companion walked into the circle trying to claim his “reward”. Even the mage in our party warned us of the magic circle on the ground.

Now you might be asking why a blacksmith is raiding a dungeon. Well the reason was simple, I was there to repair their equipment , make new arrows, etc. However, that wasn't the only reason I was there.

This dungeon was created by the god of black-smithing.I had to see if I could learn any of the secrets it hid. So by half begging and half paying my way in , I joined their grand adventure and accompanied them into the dungeon, Now back on topic.

As the mage screamed to stop ,his foot entered into the circle. It started to produce a faint red glow. The “brave adventures” turned tail and ran out with fear across their faces, but I didn't leave, I just stood there.

The party didn't even look back, probably thinking if a monster came out it would go for me first. But I had no fear because I knew that the circle wasn't meant for killing intruders. Tears started rushing out of my eyes as I knew what was going to happen next.

At that moment the blade dissolved into dust and blew away. Even though we were in the lowest level of the dungeon the wind began pushing the dust through a small hole in the ceiling.

At that moment I decided to strive to make a sword that could compare to that sword's beauty and sharpness and offer it to the god of black-smithing as a token of gratitude for allowing me to see such a fine blade.But that day never came.

It has been 10 years since that incident and as you might have guessed, I still haven't surpassed the splendor of that sword. I was in my forge working on a new way to craft a sword using a method to create a new type of metalwork called “Damascus steel”.(the method i describe below is false thats the process to make fake Damascus steel for which i am sorry for.) This was an idea that I came up with by taking multiple thin pieces of the same type of metal ( with varying purities) along with a some sliver. With these, I began forging the ingot which would be used for the sword.

First, I quick welded the strips together so they would stay together during their heating process.After that, I constantly pounded it until it became a solid bar. I then cut it into 2 separate pieces and begun the lengthening process ,stretching each piece out to about a foot and a half, Now I have two thin metal rods.

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I then heated each rod to the same temperature after it got to the right temperature, i held both rods in place with a stone brace I began twisting the two bars together as if forging a metal rope. After that was done , I once again heated it up to extreme temperatures, after this, I turned it into an ingot. This ingot was as black as night with white swirls in it making it look like the night sky.

After letting the bar sit for a day I then commenced the tedious process of forging the sword. Since this was a prototype of a new way to forge a strong sword I was only going to make a simple short sword. To test its durability,sharpness,and beauty. The process took a little over 8 hours to forge and polish, the sword came out as a black sword with dull silver swirls on the blade.

The main metal I used was devil's steel; if the sword was forged with only that metal ,it would look like a pitch black sword that would be darker than the night. However, I wasn't aiming for that I wanted a sword that would strike awe into whoever viewed it. Beauty was the focus point but the blade would still have to be able to be used in battle.

( if your mental image fits this image then i did a good job but if it does not tell me in the comments http://www.fototime.com/photos/st/7D551A35CF4C46C485824C3E0D92A8B4/JD%20Smith%20Short%20Sword%20004.jpg)

However, right before I got to test the blade, the door to my smithy was knocked down. A short fat man that had the face of a pig , which oozed arrogance, and a noblemen walked in with 5 fully armored men and a kid that looked about 14 years old. The kid had brown hair and looked like his father just not as fat. They were the nobility that I had refused to sell a sword to last week, The fat man spoke...

[Its a shame that you didn't make that sword for my son here, well no matter , I will just take one by force.]

The Kid spoke next...

[Father can I pick my sword out myself.]

[Sure go, be quick.]

The kid started running around looking at all the swords. I shouted

[What do you think you're doing!?!]

The kid look at me or more accurately, the sword in my hand.

[Father ,want that one.]

Pointing his finger at the sword in my hand. I shouted

[Like hell your getting this, NOW GET OUT OF MY FORGE!]

And before I even noticed I had a sword sticking out of my chest. One of the armored men stabbed me from behind. How he got there I had no clue. As the light began to fade I heard the man speak.

[That isn't the way you speak to your king.]

As I fell forward, I took the sword and hugged it closely to my chest, I'm never letting go of this sword!

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