The six students slowly walked down the path to Razors' home. They walked in silence as they walked down the road. Apparently, Razor had been excused from school for a whole week. They were told by their principal that he needed time off for his business. They didn't believe her at first; simply because he was a colt around Sandbar's age. They also found it hard to believe his profession, Swordsmith. They figured he was skipping school and lying about his reason. So, they each agreed they would go see it for themselves. They couldn't believe how far his family lived outside of Ponyville. They seemed to live just about a stone throw away from the Everfree forest.

The family's home was a medium sized cottage; with a smaller building right behind it. On the outside they saw Razor's mother watering a flower bed. When she looked up she greeted them with a friendly wave. Before, she walked up to them with a happy smile.

“Hello everyone,” She greeted happily as they greeted her back, “What brings you all here today?” She asked in a cheerful voice.

Silverstream answered, “We were worried about Razor,” She lied for all of them, “We missed him in school for today. Is he okay?” She asked.

Razor's mother replied, “Oh, he's out back in his Swordsmith shop,” She then motioned for them to follow her, “Follow me.” She finished.

They looked at each other in confusion and shock. As they followed Mrs. Edge to the backyard; when they went around their home. They were shocked at what they saw. Razor, was inside the building behind his home. He wore heavy clothing and two of the metallic dragon claws. Along with two metallic dragon feet. They heard a loud banging sound coming from the building. Inside Razor was hammering away at a glowing hot piece of metal. They watched in awe as the hammer struck the metal; sending sparks flying as it was flattened out. He then picked it up with his robotic dragon arm. He then walked over to two massive rolling stones. Placing the tip in between the two; he then stepped on a wedged wooden block. Causing the block to roll backwards; causing the piece of metal to be pulled in. He then took his foot off the wooden block. The rocks rolled backwards allowing him to pull the metal out.

His class-mates watched him for about thirty minutes. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. He was actually forging a sword right in front of them; the sword he made looked beautiful and deadly. The blade had two colors; on the two edged parts of the blade were yellow. While the two flat sides of the sword were colored purple. He was working on the hilt of the blade now. It was not made of typical metal; no, it was made of wood. Wood from a trees limbs to be precise. They wondered how he managed to make the wood wrap around the hilt of the sword. By the way he had wrapped it; the blade looked as if it had grown from the wood of the tree. He then began to place small blue and yellow gems into the wood. Making the hilt sparkle.

“Do you all need something?” He suddenly asked as he began to wrap the sword in a white plastic.

When they were snapped back into reality Ocellus was the first to speak, “We,” She began stammering a little as her mind worked faster than her maw, “We just wanted to see if you were okay.” She answered; lying of course because their real reason to visit was something else.

“I am fine,” Razor replied as he began to tie the plastic around the sword, “Please stand back.” He ordered.

They did as they were told and once again they stood in silence. They watched as Razor poured blue colored ash onto the packaged weapon. He then reached up above himself and pulled on a small rope; a small bag suddenly descended from the ceiling. He then reached down and put on a protective mask. When the mask was secure he pulled on the rope again; this time a jet of fire came from the bag. It hit the sword directly and in seconds the package was gone in a puff of magic smoke. His class-mates watched as the smoke flew from his shop and into the air.

“You can enter again.” Razor spoke as he removed the equipment he was wearing.

When they entered his shop again he greeted them at the front. He smiled at them as they looked at him, “Is there something you all need?” He asked them. Their reply was shaking their heads, “Then why are you all really here?” He asked.

Ocellus was about to answer again, “You are a horrible liar, Ocellus.” Razor spoke before she was able to speak. They had to come clean when he realized they were all lying. When he heard the real reason; he really wasn't too shocked.

“To tell the truth,” He spoke, “If I was in the same position as all of you. I would also question someone who is as young as me having a job.” He finished with a chuckle.

They all chuckled also as they imaged themselves having a job like his. Having to tell the principal to give him a week off so he could catch up on his job. Only to have every creature in their school; show up a few hours later. Just to see if they were lying. It sounded strange but at the same time it was very funny. For, about two hours Razor showed his class-mates what he would do. And, to say they were amazed was an understatement. Smolder, was more surprised when she found out that the bag on the ceiling was a dragons gas bladder. A bladder that all dragons have just behind their combustion sac. The gases in the bag would mix with the liquid in the sac; causing a chemical reaction inside of both of them. Allowing all dragons to breath fire. The only flaw was when they burped or when they would pass gas or even when they would sneeze.

By the time they had left Razor had completed two more orders. The students returned to their dorm rooms. While Razor continued to work; inside the home Razors parents watched their son with happy smiles on their faces. Finally, after for so long. Their son was making friends. His mother cried a little at the happy though. They finally found a school where he could fit in. Rather than be teased or bullied; just because of his condition. They were happy that their son could finally have a normal life. Rather than the one of an outcast.

Author's Note

This chapter is just a filler. I was trying to give more of a background to my OC. Like how he's studied so much on swords; he can actually craft them like a professional. Again my OC is based on my brother. No, he is not into swords; he is into art. And in my opinion he is a damn good artist.