The deep renosant chimes of the clocktower echoed through the misty morning air, its ancient bells tolling the hour with a sense of authority. At precisely nine o'clock, the sound reverberated across the kingdom, reaching the ears of Paul and June. Midway into his sentence Paul was interrupted by the deep and loud sound of the bells. Pausing, June looked at Paul confused. Then she said, "Continue your sentence." Then Paul replied, "We were meant to meet Dave at the workshop at nine." Staring at each other in the eye, they bolted to the workshop. June being the more agile and fast one, overtook Paul. Upon arriving at the workshop, Paul took a moment to catch his breath. June was already starting up the forge and setting it to the right temperature. Dave, pouring the melted scrap into the crucible at the front of the workshop, said"Morning Paul." As Paul slowly walked into the workshop, he nodded to acknowledge Dave's words. Walking to the back of the workshop to his workbench, the air felt much thicker like being thrown into an already hot oven. Arriving at his workbench, June was already dumping a bucket of metal scraps into the forge readying the liquid metal Paul would soon turn into weapons or tools. Picking up his hammer Paul asked, "So, Dave what's the order today." Turning his head back slightly Dave replied"The queen ordered five hundred swords for her infantry, so you better get moving." As June came back to dump more scraps into the forge June asked"Dave do you know anything about the queen's power?" As Dave turned around to get more scrap he replied"You saw it too, in fact I do come to my house tonight and I'll tell you guys more, but for now time to get to work we have a long day ahead of us." Paul now ready held his hammer in his hand. The queen's order driving him forward, as he prepared to begin his work on the first of the many swords. As time passed and hours flew by the sun started to begin its descent casting a crimson red and dark blue into the sky, drawing a close to a day in the now quiet kingdom. Having forged what felt like hundreds of swords, Paul felt like a tire out of air flat and disoriented. stumbling out of the workshop, Paul and June waved goodbye to Dave before slowly walking away. Though the air was much cooler, Paul was still drenched in his sweat. Walking out of the alleyway June suggested"How about we go enjoy the view at the watchtower at the end of the street." Though Paul was exhausted, he still said yes just to make June happy. Walking to the base of the sturdy wooden watchtower held together by thick ropes, the both of them climbed up to enjoy the view. As the sun sank lower in the sky, it started to turn red and orange As the breeze struck the both of them, June leaned her head on paul's shoulder before holding his hand and saying"Nice view." Paul still in shock that June held his hand, played it cool and replied"Yea."

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