Chapter 38: Rejector of Trash
Draven took his hands out of his pockets. He stepped directly toward the flaming forge.
Cole Rust did not even notice the group entering his workshop. The soot-covered boy raised his heavy iron hammer high above his head. He brought it down with devastating force.
CLANG!
CRACK!
The cheap iron on the anvil violently splintered. It shattered into dozens of useless and jagged pieces. Shards of hot metal scattered across the stone floor.
Cole dropped his hammer. He grabbed his own hair in deep frustration.
"Trash!" Cole screamed at himself. "It is all trash! Why can I not control it? Why does it always break?!"
Estella and Reina took a step back from the sudden outburst. Aegon looked at the boy with pity.
"Hey," Draven called out over the crackling fire.
Cole spun around. He glared at Draven with defensive and angry eyes. He was used to the other Academy students coming here just to mock his failures.
