“Yes Pa,” replied Evander in a resigned voice. He didn’t mind working the forge, but like most kids he wanted to play instead of work. Evander’s responsibilities were to pump the bellows, feed the fire. He rarely hammered metal, but when he did it was only under the watchful eye of his father.
“No,” said Timmy.
“We're v-very s-sorry Evander,” said Billy sounding scared and not very sincere.
Evander heard a small girlish voice coming from the bush that said “Serves you right.” It belonged to Aeryn, the village healer's apprentice and friend.
To which the bush replied, “Give them a good thumping.” So Evander gave them a good kick hitting Billy in the ribs with his foot, and catching Jimmy in the ribs with his shin. Poor Timmy got a shin to the face. Timmy was just out and the other two began to moan in pain.
“Don’t do that again,” said Evander to the three bullies. He then turned to the bush and said “You’re a healer right, make sure they don’t die.”
“Aww do I have to?” Replied Aeryn. Not giving an answer, Evander stormed off to the forge to clean up the mess that had been left behind.
Evander went back to the forge and removed his now soiled shirt that smelled like, well he didn’t want to know so he just removed it and began to clean up whatever had been in the bucket. He was close to finishing when Lilith walk up and said, “Hey Evander, what’s that smell?”
She really is a witch, thought Evander as he froze. One would think that after being caught in compromising positions such as this he would know how to handle them. Unfortunately, Evander still had no idea. It’s like she knows just when to show up. Realizing he had still not greeted his friend, Evander put on a small smile, looked at Lilith and with a small wave and said, “Hello Lilith.” Lilith, the daughter of a Witch and an Elf, most of the town feared her. However, Evander accepted her as just another kid and got along with her just fine, though his dad didn’t like her.