1 You got a Job? (1/2)

'Tink Tink Tink' The sound of a red lump of iron being hit by a hammer, sweat pouring down on the red hot iron which was getting one step ahead to becoming a fully fledged sword with every strike. This sound was coming from the best sword selling shop in this small city 'Areon'.

Even though it was the best shop, there were only two men making the swords in the shop. Many tried and failed to get a job in this shop even though they held up a sign saying 'Looking for a Job as a smith..?'.

Then he appeared, a man in a dark clothing who was starving to death, he entered the shop and walked towards the middle aged woman who was looking after the shop.

”They label out in the front says, you got a job.”

”Yes, we do, but getting a job here is very hard. Many have tried and failed” She sighed as she recounted and declared that he was the 17th man who came here since the last week for the job.

”Why is it hard to get a job here?” The man asked without a hint of backing down.

”It's because my husband and son won't let you work here unless they approve of your strength and skill.” The woman answered as she sighed.

”Then I will prove myself, what am i supposed to do?”

”Follow me” The women led him to the master-smith, her husband. ”Honey, we have another person who wants to test his luck in our shop.”

The middle aged man suddenly stopped in his tracks and put the lump of iron he was hammering away.

”You want to test your luck ha..alright then.”The master-smith stood up immediately and placed a hammer in the visitors hand. He signaled him to hit the lump of red burning iron.

The man gripped the hammer and swung it back to hit the iron.'THUD' It wasn't the sound of the iron being hit, it was the sound of him collapsing due to hunger.

------- TWO HOURS LATER -------

The man in the dark clothing woke up to see three people in front of him discussing what to do about him.

”Ahh....What happened..”.

”What happened?, Nothing much, you just COLLAPSED IN MY SHOP...!!!” The master-smith was very pissed off and wen't on a full on rage mode.

”Knock it off Dad....He just woke up.” A teenager no more than 18 years spoke. He was the son of the master-smith.