The Mechanical Era

Carson, the 6ft tall with bright blonde hair and beautiful green eyes looked onward at another ship harboring to port. Unlike last time, where he was just a normal peasant, wearing normal peasant clothes, he now wore an azurite blue wool long-sleeved tunic, beige breeches held together by a leather belt with pockets attached, and a pair of calfskin boots. On his head, was an iron helmet, stepped together with a leather belt, like the one holding his pants.

Beside him was his old friend Herrold, along with a bunch of other people in uniform. From what they were told, a bunch of important people was headed to the city, carrying along with them barrels of materials they would use in a future conflict, and a bunch of other, larger crates.

Behind the soldiers, a long line of caravans, pulled by horses, were all in line to bring these people to their new homes. As the small wooden boat successfully help the larger vessel dock, a bridge was connected to the deck, allowing the soldiers to walk up.

Everyone followed behind Carson, who was the tallest of the bunch, and the current appointed leader of the whole team. He ordered the shorter ones to carry the barrels, while the larger, stronger ones to get the big crates.

They went along their day to load the cargo into the specific caravan. They all had to look out for a symbol marked on each of the boxes, which belong to the strangers from down below. After all of it was loaded up, and there were none to be handed, Carson lead the strangers to one caravan.

"One by one gentleman! We are headed to see her royal majesty!" he said. The men, who were wearing rather cotton clothing, with a much more variety of die, entered the caravans designated to them.

One of them was carrying a rather long wooden box. Carson stopped the man, wanting to inquire what it contained.

"What is that you are holding, sir?" he asked.

"This is a gift we wanted to present to her majesty ourselves for showing us so much kindness," he replied. The men around him nodded, prompting Carson to let it go.

"Alright then," he said, as he walked and got up to the seat next to the driver of the caravan in the front.

"Howdy there, Sir Carson! Is everyone here?" Cartman asked.

He was the young man who helped the knights carry those stones to make runes. He had short brown hair with ocean blue eyes, still rocking his green tunic, brown pants, and haybale shoes. This time, however, he had wooden sandals on his feet.

"Yes. Let's go Cartman," he politely told the driver.

"Alright, mister Carson." with that, he used the leash to signal the horse to move. As they slowly started to ride, Cartman looked on at the palace in the distance, feeling a little excited.

...

Rose Valline was sitting on her throne, awaiting the immigrants to arrive. She was a young-looking woman with wavy medium long black hair, along with brown hair on her pretty, feminine face. She was wearing her usual royal white gown.

Just then, there was a hard knock on the large door to the throne room. Collecting her voice, she permitted the mysterious outsider to enter the large glamorous throne room. Carson, who was in his uniform, enters the room. He takes a few steps and gets on his knees, respectfully bowing to the queen.

"Private Carson Williams. What brings you here?" she asked Carson.

"Your majesty, the new smiths have safely arrived from the Azureline Continent and have been escorted to the castle," he replied. A smile formed on Rose's lips.

"Good. Let them in," she said. Carson got up and fully opened the door. The men in cotton tunics walked inside the room, looking around the place in awe. Despite being from, what is a little more advanced society, they had never seen such beautiful architecture up close.

The men soon bowed down before the queen, paying their respect. One of them, who was in the middle of all of them, decided to speak up. He, like the rest, had straight black hair, along with brown eyes to go on his diamond-shaped face.

"Your majesty, Queen Rose Villine the I. My name is Jake Donovan. We humbly thank you for showing us your kindness at our greatest moment of turbulence. The kings and knights weren't too kind to us back home, " he said in his smooth soothing voice. They then all stood up, facing the queen with a neutral look.

"I have heard many tales of your profession, Mr. Jake Dovovan. Your weapon has great potential, which is why I granted all of you a place in my magnificent city. Though, I do hope that we have the materials for your weapons to work," she said.

Although it was meant as some small talk, Collectively, the smiths' hearts started to beat rapidly, hearing her uncertainty about whether they could get the materials they need. However, Jake Donovan already had a response prepared.

"Fear not, your majesty. We know multiple substitutes that are common among your lands, as well as ours. There is no need for such panic or hassle," he replied calmly.

"Very well then. I trust your judgment in your field. As for a place of stay, I have already arranged for you all a place of work, as well as a place of home built on it. I hope you find them to your liking."

"We will, your majesty. As an appreciation for your kindness, we have brought you a gift."

Just then, a few more smiths enter the room and hand over the present they had been carrying in a box. They got on their knees and presented the long weapon, which was fully covered in a red cloth, tied with a white cloth, and used as a ribbon.

The queen gladly accepted the gift and placed it on her lap.

"I thank you all for bringing me this gift. I humbly appreciate it." Her head then turned to Carson.

"Private Carson, would you mind sending them back home safely?" Carson bowed while standing.

"As your wish your highness." With that, he lead the smiths out of the room, leaving Rose all by herself once again. He looked down at the gift, a bit curious about what she will find. She got up from her throne and walked all the way back to her room, and placed it on a table.

Taking a deep breath, she unraveled the white cloth by pulling one end. She then slowly unfolded the red cloth, wanting to see what it was.