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As the forge is switched on by the levers, the coals begin to heat up and steam begins to flow through the pipes. Upon venturing back into the main room, she would find the main forge. It told her where to place the mould and where to place the bar to be melted down. There were many bars of iron about that could be used and she only needed one.

There was a second lever that needed to be pulled to begin melting down the bar and a third one to make the pressing machine slam downward and make the key print. And so it is made; a molten, glowing key of iron. A crank device, when pulled, would bring it along a conveyor belt and drop it into the cooling tank with a splash of steam.

Suddenly, there is a loud smashing sound against the door to the cistern. A familiar whispering begins to fill her head, accompanied by a second crash as the wooden door is broken down below. The whispers intensify. 

The forge brought her some comfort. It reminded her of all those times she worked in Brill or back home in the Coral Reach. Something about the heat and being able to mold a shape into steel or even as something like a key. But that warm, fuzzy feeling evaporated once the whispers clouded her mind. Hjalta prided herself in being a strong willed woman but there was always that lingering fear she'd cave in.If the key was cool enough, she'd reach over to take it at once.

The key cooled quickly in the icy water of the underground cistern. If it was warm at all, it wouldn't matter for one of the undead. It had certainly hardened. The black tendrils seep out from the door, undulating and crawling across the ground and walls, infesting the machinery and breaking it down; filling the chamber with the red, bloodlike mist that came with them.One of them lashes out for her. The roaring begins again inside her head.

Here is an excerpt from my book...

"Her grandmother sighed, her eyes far away in the past, a life time of memories coming back to her in a flood of emotions. She blinked away her tears, her wrinkled face still beautiful in the soft glow.

She began:

I am Temulin, only sister of Temujin. The Great Genghis Khan.

Let me tell you this story, I hope you will listen well…It is a story of love and hate, battles and games, a life well lived and a time of grace.

Tsolmon leaned forward, for the old woman spoke softly. She shifted in her seat on the floor, anticipation and rapt attention giving way to the boredom she had felt when playing with the same old toys.

When I was a maiden, life was simple. I was free to do as I pleased, to run , to play, to ride like the wind. Here in the highlands, the Mongolian steppe, life has a steady rhythm. Birth, life, death. It is all around us, and if we heed the call of life, we know that too soon, the cycle will be over, and we return from whence we came. It is the wheel of life, the eternal spin of a cosmic spiral of time that dictates our coming in and our going out.

She sighed again, and shifted her seat, smiled and said quietly:

Sometimes that cycle is interrupted, cut short through the wiles of others. But that is a story for another time, another season, perhaps..."

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I recently self-published a novel based on the life of Temulin, the sister of Genghis Khan. It is a story about their childhood, and much of it flowed through my mind as a recreation of her life, as if it were mine. There is precious little historical information about Temulin, she was not important in the larger scheme of things, but I felt that I needed to honor her life, and to bring her out of the shadows.

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