“I miss them too Shadow,” He spoke softly, “but when they are done with this adventure, things will go back to how they normally are. His Grandpa saw this and placed a hand on his shoulder. Shadow looked at the ground, a frown evident on his face. That’s reserved for old people like me.” Smith said with a chuckle. You are only seventeen, you shouldn’t be having those kinds of back problems. I know you miss them but that isn’t a reason to work yourself half to death. “Shadow! I told you to take breaks and not to sit for too long at a time!” Smith scolded the 17 year old, having told Shadow this multiple times. What Shadow failed to see was Grandpa Smith walking in at the same time.
A loud crack sounded which made him freeze. Huffing, he put the sword down and stretched his back. Inside, there was an older teen with dark purple hair and blue eyes working tirelessly on a new sword. That’s how Grandpa Smith always liked it to look and his children and grandsons kept it that way too. Flowers along the path leading up to the front door combined with a garden full of fruits and vegetables off to the side made the building look like a quaint cabin one might see in the woods. One with smoke coming out of the chimney with a homely feel to it. Stats: Published: Words: 741 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 122 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 761Ī little ways from Castle Town, there lay a forge. The Colors’ and Shadow’s dad works at the castle.
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