[i]The sun was moving slowly across the sky, hiding behind the occasional cloud, staring brightly down on the city of Claychester. A Saturday morning like most others, an onlooker would never guess the absurd events that had taken place in the city over the years, and what was to come. Luckily gifted, heroic individuals called this place their home and swept in to protect the regular men and women when needed. Today, however, this was not the case. Today, the time moved slowly with nothing even a little remarkable taking place. And thus, these fantastic freedom fighters remained in their normal, human forms, cloaked in normality.[/i]

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Walking through the southern part of Manrock, a man seemingly in his fifties whistled as he cheerfully went on. Random bypassers had no idea that this man, Hyde Sideros, was in fact an eternal being from the heights of Olympus, once known by the name of Hephaestus and now commonly known as Godsmith, one of the few altruistic protectors of Claychester. He whistled cheerfully because today he was needed neither in his workshop or in the skies, scouting for evildoers. Today was a normal, relaxed Saturday, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

So Hyde made his way down through Manrock, step by step, closing in on a small park, just shy of being in the bustling center of the city. This park, called Sentry Park, was Hyde’s little secret, not many others visited, keeping the place silent and refreshing.

It was one of those warm, but windy days, evident by Hyde’s white beard blowing across his neck. He wore a flannel jacket, dark blue argyle pattern, perfect for the late summer. His rough jeans were on, as always, in and out of the workshop. His boots were of brown leather, and he wore them all year round. Together, these pieces of clothing provided a perfect body temperature for normal humans, but Hyde, being a true god of forges, only wore it to fit in. If he wanted, he could walk around naked in any temperature, and even warm his body so much that he would be cloaked in steam. That, however, would be very counter-productive, as in this moment he only wished to enjoy a warm, windy Saturday morning.