Locksmith

Arel found himself standing in a place that defied description. It wasn't a room, or a landscape, or anything he could categorize. It was more like… a blank space, a mix of light and shadow, a feeling of vastness that made his head spin. Before him, or rather, all around him, were The Architects. "Arel Glyndove," a chorus of voices resonated, not through his ears, but directly into his mind. "We have observed you." "Observed me? Who are you?" "We are The Architects," the voices replied, their tone devoid of emotion, yet filled with an increasing sense of power. "We are those who shaped your reality, who unleashed the force you call Rekra." Arel's brow furrowed. "Rekra? You are the one who made it? " "Indeed," the voices confirmed. "And you, Arel Glyndove, possess a unique connection to it." "What do you mean? I'm just a locksmith." he said amidst chuckles "You are more than that," the Architects stated. "Your Rekra potential is… extraordinary. It transcends the limitations of your world, possessing a multiversal scale." Arel stared at them, his mind struggling to process the information. "Multiversal? I don't… I don't understand." "We offer you a choice," the Architects said, their forms shifting, revealing glimpses of countless realities. "Join us. Transcend your mortal form. Become a force capable of shaping existence itself." Arel looked around at the shifting, boundless space, at the Architects' forms of pure energy. He thought of his workshop, the familiar scent of oiled metal, the feel of a perfectly crafted lock in his hands. "That's… a lot to take in," he said, his voice quiet. "But… I don't think so." The Architects' forms pulsed, a subtle shift in their energy. "You refuse?" "Yeah," Arel said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm just a locksmith. I like fixing things. I like… doorknobs. And I've got a town to get back to." "Your potential is wasted on such trivialities," the Architects said, a hint of something resembling curiosity in their voices. "Maybe," Arel said, shrugging. "But it's my triviality." The Architects' forms shimmered, then began to fade. "As you wish, Arel Glyndove. But know this: you cannot escape your potential. It will shape your path, whether you choose it or not." And then, Arel found himself back in his workshop, the scent of oiled metal filling his nostrils, the familiar tools scattered across his workbench. The conversation felt like a dream, yet the echo of the Architects' words still resonated in his mind.

The village was in utter chaos when word of the kings passing got out. The suspect was said to be a maiden with white silver hair and blue eyes, and in no time the villagers bursted through the doors of the village locksmith and demanded he hand over his daughter, Sara. The only maiden in the kingdom known to have silver hair and blue eyes. The father refused to do such a thing to her, and so the palace guards took matters into their hands and dragged the girl away to be locked on the palace dungeon. ********* ********* "Am I to assume you have nothing to say, prisoner?" the captain asked as he loomed over her. But she said nothing. She didn't know what to say. She had been trying her hardest to convince them but- "I will not wait any longer" he seethed "My patience has grown thin, your highness, have you anything to say?" the Crown Prince sat across the room in a wooden chair, his elbows on his knees facing the poor girl struggling with chains behind her back. Either the Prince was that heartless or he was really good at hiding his emotions, his expression gave away nothing. With no word from the Prince, the captain of the guard motioned for them to take her away. "No, please. Your highness!" "Put her along with the others to be silenced!" he ordered as the Prince continued to stare ahead, still void of emotion. Not even a hint of sympathy. Silenced!? NO! "Your highness, please, I'm begging you. Don't do this please..!" he said nothing still, as they continued to drag her away, she had to think, think, "I-I can help you! I can help track the assassin. I have the know how, I'm not lying! your highness please don't do this!" He remained silent and that made Sara almost her hope completely.. but "Wait"

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After a death of a friend Winston locksmith, a son to a notorious criminal had to bring back a glimpse of his old life to find out the killer, but when an old enemy is brought to the picture with a plan to crash everything he owns, he is left to protect family, business and himself. A mission to bring his family back together even if the enemy is part of family. The family of the locksmith are known as the family a man wouldn't have a standoff with, five kids born differently, grew differently and to what they all are to face are enemies planning on revenge over them all. Betrayal is a brutal principle and In a family once betrayal and power creeps in one's mind there no amount of plea to change the only option is death and sometimes it all ends badly

Lu Meng: "You can never know how terrifying a disciplined player can be in the wasteland." This is my schedule: [0:00: Wake up on time, have you ever seen the two moons at dawn? 1:00-2:00: Practice stealth, part-time heart-locksmith. 3:00-4:00: Pick up trash. 5:00-6:00: Practice assassination, then pick up unwanted trash. 7:00-8:00: Carry weight forward, volunteer at the stall, boost the city's economy. 9:00: Discovered by guards, join them in the city marathon. 10:00: Although caught, invite the guard for fitness training—friendship first, competition second. 11:00-22:00: From south to north, from light to dark! 23:00-0:00: Pick up trash, maintain the city's appearance, be a person full of love. Lu Meng, with 2000 hours of game memories and skills, has become the game character he created. Looking at the bandits, tyrants, mutated creatures, and wasteland psychopaths running wild, he decides to use his skills as a player to physically reform this world with love and grind!

Soren a 30 yo locksmith, fascinated with the history of nobility never expected reincarnation as the Third son of a Barony. His new life as Frode, the cunning and devious rascal starts with a bid for his father’s estate. The Baron’s estate with an undeclared heir presumptive leaves the door open for one of the brothers to take the spot. Will Soren manage to steal it right under the noses of his two older siblings? For unintended copyright infringements. Message me and I'll change my cover as soon as possible.

locksmith fantasy. also available on Royal Road.