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"Imposter!" I shouted to the man. "No shayden, I am your grandfather" He replied "How do you know my name?" I said, shocked. "How do you think?" The imposter said in an bored tone. "Get out of here. NOW!" I shouted. I had so many things running through my mind.

Is he my grandfather?

Is he just an imposter?

How does he know my name?

I walked to my anvil and lifted up my newly made shield. "Lighter then I thought" I said to myself. I tested the steel sword and swung it around a bit. It was slightly heavier but I could swing it with ease. A thought came into my mind when I suddenly remembered the assassin. A blade which could be hidden. I went to my anvil and created a small steel blade. I put the rest of my supplies in the secure blacksmith chest and locked it.

I grabbed some string and tied it around my wrist, attaching the blade too. I waved my arm around and found out the steel blade was light. Perfect. Light and deadly. I put a fabric shirt on to hide the blade. I took my iron shield and ran outside. I climbed onto the blacksmith's roof and ran along it. I jumped over the small gap onto another building and saw a group of The Order walking away from eachother. They are probably splitting up.

I dived off the building but the soldier saw me and dodged. After a long fight he managed to deal a blow to my arm. I swore. I remembered my knife and walked to him. He laughed because he thought I was unarmed. I went to punch him and the knife went into his head. He didn't die instantly. He layed down in agony and I dealed the final blow.

There he layed. A dead corpse on the ground. I opened his pocket and took out the loot he gained from the civilians. More iron and steel. I saw a purple shine in there. I pulled out the object and couldn't work out what it was. I walked to my house and asked my father what it was.

"Mithril!" he said. "Where did you get it?!" He asked. "A dead person from the Order" I said, grinning. "You killed one!" He screamed. I wasn't sure if he screamed in joy, proudness or anger. He asked how I did it with no weapons and I showed him the blade under my shirt. He was astonished. "Nice work my boy." he said. "Now give me the blade and go and make yourself a mithril one."