Running out of time.

My head is once again, at work with another story.  Or rather something to tell about people and that's exactly what I'm going to tell you i.e. I'm going to tell you what I'm going to tell you but in a story kinda way.

You're-a keepin' up-a with me?

So here's this one starts.

With a bang.  A pretty loud bang but not enough to wake an entire village up but this particular bang wasn't very particular because there was no such thing as a particular sound, but this bang here, it began with a push of a trigger button.  And then, it came with the explosion of powders, and the rippling of air with the bullet's travel straight towards a body at a very fast speed.

And that's how it all ended.  When our main character died.

So, it started with that sound.  Because Jigg Gathow was working in a blacksmith iron.  Jigg wasn't a very smart man but what he does best is he's really good at bending iron and metal and hammering and most of all, keeping quiet.  Jigg Gathow is a quiet blacksmith with two arms the size of an oak tree.  And he is the beginning of a very long story that may continue on for some while.  Of course, that part will come up later.

That's when another person comes into said smithy place and she was a tall woman with thick eyebrows, pierced ears, a most beautiful set of what-to-be-taken as hair.  Her hair was what one would call, extremely fabulous with the sarcasm tensed into the every syllable of said praise.  It would be called a bee hive from one side or a made-up small birdie house from another but if one would take her up from the front like Mr Gathow did, even Jigg would took the fair lady as a bit smitten by some strange lightning.

So as Jigg stopped hammering on the hot, thin, melting, bright metal rod on his smithy, he swiped his hands on his dirty apron only to be taken back with dirtier hands than before.  He tried to smile but if you were there at the time, you would be quite stunned by quite a hairdo.  Jigg bowed a little, and asked for the lady's request.

Miss Heathenflow was quite a woman.  She smiled at Jigg a little, partly because all women who saw Jigg smiles a little inside and outside.  Then, she took a look around the place, took in quite a lot of heat too, asked for Jigg's expertise and skills.

Well, Jigg soon followed with a list of things he create that may go as follow but he was cut in between by Miss Heathenflow when he mentioned he could create weapons.  Of course, at that kinda time, when the "Empire" rules didn't reach that little old village, Jigg was only hammering weapons when there's wolves, bandits or just for art's sake.  Well, now he is being offered quite a lot of money to make one of the most expectational weapon.

Miss Heathenflow would took a sidelong view of the street with a head poking out, and then, from inside her purse, produced a blue frame of a weapon with a long, hollow shaft, a fuse sticking out from under a small opening of said shaft, and a small trigger.

Jigg would probably create that weapon only if he knows how to.  So, he did.  He saw some sense in his tiny little brain and got half the offer Miss Heathenflow made.  The rest would be honoured when the weapon was ready.  When Miss Heathenflow was out of the place, Jigg put the blue frame into his apron and continued for Misses Glowming spade.  She would need it the next morning for god knows what.

And here's what I'm going to reveal to you.  Probably at this time, anyone would say that Jigg is the main character.  Well, he isn't because he's not going to die.  He will live for a long time and for that longest of times, he would regret the day when he met little Miss Heathenflow.

And thus, guns were created for the first time.  Quite a weapon, really but useless when in close range, because the gun at that time took 10.5 seconds to reload per shot.  Nevertheless, guns were created by a blacksmith in rural village from a request of a beautiful lady who was named Miss Heathenflow who at that time works as a two-time spy and cook of both the Resistance, and the bakery of Old Heathens.  She is quite something when it comes to cooking.  And another thing when it comes to being a researcher for new weapons.

That's when our hero comes in, a lone soldier of said Resistance, who, at the time when Jigg looked at the blue frame in detail over a half lit desk lamp, was trying to save his friend's life of an eternal curse for being such an ass in front of women.  And such a dick.

Here, we will be introduced to Killian Huffnair.  Nicknamed Ian because Kill was not a very good choice for a nickname.

To be continued when I am in the mood again.  But trust me, I will continue this little story.