"W-what are those crafts?"
Vyrel was shocked and curious at the same time, this was his first time seeing another new color forming from a craft.
He got drawn in by the glowing gold craft, as he got closer to the artifact he saw a knife and a scarab attached to it. When he was about to touch the artifact, his uncle suddenly appeared behind him.
"Hey lad, What're you doing? The pot's right on the table. Hm? Hoh! that got you curious eh? Well you should be, that thing was made by your father and I. It's our symbol of brotherhood"
"Yours and my Father's work? I've never heard of him mentioning this knife before"
"Of course you haven't heard of em. Your father died before the knife was completely finished, He made the blade and I made the scarab"
"O-oh" he says with a heartwarming smile
He felt something that warms his heart when he heard that, his father was so passionate about something so simple yet beautiful. This sudden discovery of the blade that his very own father crafted, moved his heart.
'I didn't even know my father was such a passionate man. I have never seen his works, but i feel like this very blade of his is something he loved and cared for"
"Heh! you're just like your father kid! Your father had a similar reaction as you when he first saw your grandfather's works. Work hard and maybe, you're gonna be worthy of wielding your father's blade." blaverisk says with hopeful eyes.
"Wield his blade? I-i don't think I'm good enough to wield it, B-but if i were to be worthy, will it even accept me?"
"Kid! Every blacksmith has something they want. Even if that something doesn't accept them, they will do everything to obtain it"
"O-obtain it? But wouldn't that be forceful obedience?"
"Forceful obedience? You speak as if everything you use isn't forced. Your clothes are made of wool, did you think that the sheep that produced that wool wasn't forced?"
"But we need their wool to make our clothes. They are kept to make us clothes"
"Kid! Did you think the sheeps consented on becoming livestocks? Everything needs to be forced to obtain what ye want, but maybe those veey sheeps are greatful that they don't have to run from their predators"
"Y-yeah"
"Anyways kid! Time for you to go home now!"
"W-well, I will be taking the pot then, see you tomorrow uncle!"
Vyrel grabbed the pot on the table and went upstairs, after saying goodbye to his uncle.
His uncle noticed the change in Vyrel, He wasn't the kid who always treats crafts as a piece of useful things, he now sees them as treasures just as every craftsman treats their creation.
As he ran to his home, he came across the adventurers guild. A building for adventurers, he saw a group of tough looking men go inside the building. He peeked inside through the window and saw a board filled with quests, but he couldn't see them well enough as he was far from it.
After looking for a bit, a person suddenly grabbed the back of his clothes losing grip of the pot he was holding, and hung him up the ground with the bare hands of this person.
"L-Let me down!"
When he looked behind him, he saw a familiar face. Mascular, tanned and red hair.
"A-ah! Arthur!"
"Hey there kid! Why are ya peeking at the window for? Got some hot ladies inside? heh!" Arthur says with a grin look in his face.
"W-what? No! I-i was just curious about the quest board. A-anyways, I need to go home now! my mother needs this pot! See ya Arthur!"
"Heh! What a lively kid, Oh to be young again!"
Another person approached Arthur, A girl.
"Oh! Olivia! Hows the quest?"
"Well, there aren't many good reward quests, some of them are a bit dangerous but have low reward. So i looked around for a bit, and saw an escorting quest."
"Oh! Nice! thanks!"
Eventually, Vyrel got to his house exhausted, while holding the pot and leaning to a wooden pillar on his house catching his breath. His mother opened the door for him, and grabbed the pot.
"What took you so long? And why are you so out of breath? Did that uncle of yours make you do chores again! Hah! that metal headed guy!"
"N-no i just ran from the smithy, that's why I'm out of breath!"
"Hmm, Alright. Go up to your room and rest, and also make sure you take a bath"
"O-okay, thank you mom! I'll go now!"
As he was walking toward his room, his eyes suddenly glowed blue. His vision is slowly losing sight. He panicked and went straight to his room, he looked in the mirror and saw something on his eyes, the "blue" lines from the things he sees on objects, are glowing on his eyes.
"Th-this glow! Isn't this the blue lines from the objects i see? Wh-why is it on my eyes?"
He looked more and more in his eyes, and then he saw something. A faint helmet attached to his head, the helmet he obtained from the mental door.
He almost forgot that he was now a helm rider, and that those vein-like lines are the power of his helm.
"T-that's right! I got a helm! I-i am a helm rider now right? T-this lines must be my power!"
He took a closer look at his surroundings, and noticed something different. He was very exhausted even though the run he made was the usual he always does, but this time he is mentally exhausted.
The feeling he's getting feels like a horse that ran nonstop, he looked at his mirror and the faint visibility of the helmet suddenly disappeared on his head. The helmet was then teleported to his hand, a grey, mysterious, and ancient-like patterns are engraved on the helm.
"T-these patterns. They're like the ones i saw from the mental door, Why is it engraved on my helm?"
Both exhausted and mentally fatigued, he lay down on his bed. He was about to sleep when suddenly the helm dissipated into nothingness, after it was gone he blacked out.