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Today is my first-time writing, my name is Romulus, I live alone in the sanctuary of Smith, I used to have a family, but this world took it away, and I don’t want to talk about that now.

I’m going to explain a bit about my cave, here, we live protected by the remains of the god Hephaestus, we are surrounded by metal mountains, hidden by the eye, and protected by the anvils, which were granted upon us by our ancestors.

Every man in our cave has to become a Blacksmith at the age of 14, and every woman, has to become a battle maiden, it’s to have better uses of our abilities, we took part of the god Hephaestus in our blood granting us strength and power to change metals and stones, and they took part of the goddess Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto giving them the skill to go as the moon, and not being noticed, that’s why they’re better at catching insects (food) than us.

I was 14 last year, and became an official blacksmith, so I was able to finally inherit my grandpa s anvil, but it’s a little weird, I remember that his was white, and the one they gave me is black, but never mind I started smithing anyway.

A year has gone by, since then, I know I’m not the best blacksmith there is, but my grandpa and my brother spirits move my heart and hands, so I know, someday, I will be able to make an Iron eagle like our ancestors, or to find a metal monster and tame it.

Back to the point, today I started writing, because I feel like I need to leave my story in case something happens to me, and I disappear like my gramps.

I’m making shovels, I’m not strong enough to make shovels from the red metal, nor the shiny metal, nor black stone, well but I can make shovels from soft stone.

It doesn’t matter, I know some day I will be able to make the best shovels.

Well, that’s everything that happen today, and the last year, I don’t know how to write this, but, well, I made shovels.

Ho and by the way, yesterday Mera came, she is so annoying, she told me to make an armor for her.

I don’t want to do armors; I’m better doing shovels.

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And how can you make an armor out of soft stone, she’s crazy, but at least she brough me some crickets, so I can forgive her for her insolence of asking for an armor.

But well, I already took enough time to write, it’s time to go back to make shovels, a shovel is nice, it helps people, and it even helps our lost ones.

Second page April 6th 2300

I was very tired and sad these days, the old man Kartus asked me to do some shovels out of black stone, apparently for the new tunnel they’re making.

The only problem is that I don’t know how to smith black stone.

So, when I told him about that little problem, he yelled at me so bad, and sent me to the tunnels, so for the last days I have been digging instead of making my beloved shovels.

Now, let me explain what happened these past days

The first day it was very hard because I couldn’t even use my own shovel, they gave me one made of black stone, because the stone is really hard and mine well, they broke easily hehehe. Even as sad as I was, I started shoveling those tunnels thinking that this was exercise, and it will make me strong, strong enough to be able to make better shovels.

I spent all night hammering black stone, I feel that it’s a disgrace for a blacksmith like me to work with a shovel made by someone else.

So, on the second day I was death tired, but luckily Mera came by and brough me food, the only problem is that she never stops talking, and keeps annoying me with that dam armor.

She even threatened me by saying that she would kiss me if I didn’t make that armor for her.

In those moments I really missed you brother Remus, and you too Gramps.

I felt really tired, and didn’t know what to do.

Well, again that day I didn’t even smith anything, I just went to sleep.

Then the next day I went back to diging, and found a piece of blue metal the size of a fist, I had never seen blue metal before, actually I didn’t even know that blue metal existed, my gramps never told me anything about it. But I’m not dumb enough to tell Kartus, or anyone else from the cave, if is something valuable they might take it and its mine, I found it. So, I hide it under my anvil, no one would look for something there in case someone comes to steal my things, like that time that they stole my insect rations that I have saved in a drawer.

By the way I have never talked about my home, right? Hahaha this is weird to write like if I’m talking to someone, well you’re a diary, you are like mi imaginary friend, hahaha, I think I’m becoming crazy.

Well back to the point again, describing my home, right, my home or cave that my gramps left me is really small, its 2 rooms big, in my room I have my bed, the bed of Remus that every day I tide it up, a small drawer with my three sets of clothes, a table with a bowl that my grampa said that my mom did, and 3 boxes full of shovels where I sit. Then there is the other room in which are my other shovels, my anvil, my hammer, ho, and I almost forget my book, the one from which gramps read us all of those stories, but don’t tell anyone, because gramps said that is our secret, hehehe.