Forgotten history, solitude, and eternal lament is all time itself needs to turn days into years, and years... into decades. It has been several decades since the old blacksmith has seen another living soul enter his isolated little shack in the forest glade... It's been so long in fact that it feels like retirement, however pointless, is calling his name. But that day never comes, it is instead reimagined by fate as a seemingly insignificant but promising chance encounter of a lifetime that gives him enough motivation to see to it that this moment of fortune, and all other future moments that should be beyond his pitiful, old luck will become either forged, mended, or even refined, into something new. He may not have much right now, but through his hammer and heart alone, anything, even the ability to withstand the coming omen of a terrible war and a fragile kingdom in great peril, can reshape even the darkest of destinies... a plight that he is all too familiar with