2 Departure (2/2)

After a few hours she was finally finished. Even though she was the one speaking, she was still as energetic as ever. Darius on the other hand was mentally exhausted to the point where he felt that he could easily go to sleep in his bed right now. ”That witch! Maybe she wants me to go and sleep! I won't fall for it! Besides the bus to the capital leaves in about an hour or so. I must push on!”

Darius quickly stood up and did a deep bow. ”Ma'am, one day I will comeback and repay your kindness to me a hundredfold. I swear it!” As soon as Darius said these words he ran out of the office like prey running from a predator.

The matron couldn't help but to shed a tear when she saw this. ”Silly child. He was always bad with goodbyes...”

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Darius quickly packed what liitle belongings he had and headed straight for the mountain top which he was familiar with. He picked up the hammer and strapped it to his back using a specialized leather strap he got with the hammer itself. He then touched the surface of the anvil. The anvil immediately shrunk till it was the size of a pebble. Darius then put the anvil within his pocket and began his journey toward the village entrance.

As he walked through the village he started reminiscing about the times he spent here. Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried, no good memories came up. He spent the majority of his days doing the same thing. Going up the mountain, striking the anvil continuously, coming down for lunch, going back up again to continue striking the anvil, then he would come back down for dinner and sleep. Waking up at the crack of dawn to eat his breakfast and continue the same process.

”Damn curse.” Darius couldn't help but curse when he realized he barely had any memories of this village. He had repeated the same process of going up and down the mountain for six years every single day. When he was walking through the small village he realized he barely knew it at all. If it wasn't for the fact that he could see the entirety of the village from the mountaintop, Darius was sure that he would get lost completely, despite the small size of the village.

As soon as he arrived at the village entrance he saw a group of people, who like him, were taking the bus to the capital. Many people dreamt of making it big in the capital, rumour had it that one could achieve anything there so long as they were skilled and fortunate enough.

Darius like most of these people was gambling his fate on the fact that he was skilled enough to enter the Spiritsmith Guild within the capital. ”Surely striking that accursed anvil for six years has to have brought me some benefits.”

As Darius was busy thinking about his future prospects a loud rambling noise made its way into his ears: the bus was here.