The Flame of Anger

[Oicha]

Unused tools sit scattered around the room, a once lively forge reduced to a quite impressive collection of dust. Scrolls, papers and blueprints are all over the place, here and there. In the chests sit many fine materials and rare metals. All of that would go untouched, there was just one thing Robert was after.

"Sorry ta come uninvited ma. I see ya been gone awhile, haven't kept up on tha place much. Wish ah could talk ta ya a bit, you'd love tha kids, they're such sweethearts."

The silence invites a profound sadness in the red haired man. This room was where he had worked on many projects with his mother, shared anger, sadness and love with one another. Even if she was just the one that adopted him, this was his true home, she was his true mother.

The spare key slides back into his coat pocket, as he makes his way towards the forge on the left side of the house. There was only the one blueprint he needed, one they had made together all those years ago. It was time to continue on their legacy.

"I'll make ya proud ma. When ya finally come back, ah'll have it finished fer both of our sakes. We're gonna leave our mark on tha world like we planned. I love you."

The fiery haired man left the house, locking the door again with great care and making his way to the school. Only one thing on his mind.

I'll continue our legacy ma.