Max wiped his forehead from the sweat accumulating there. He was not that used to the heat of the forge, but his muscles have grown every day from his work there. His siblings helped him at first with swords and stuff, but now Max was making himself a stronger weapon. His Celestial bronze hammer was he second. Max leaned over the burning piece of metal, looking for any cracks in it.
Near the camp fire pit, the sound of a lyre played. Keenan smiled as he played a beautiful song on it; his first one. His siblings in his cabin taught him a lot of music on the lyre, but this was his first times using it himself.