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**So I'm 5 now.**
Which, in Aurorian years, is like turning 21 in Earth years—except I'm immortal, have ice powers, and now… **magnetism**.
That's right. On my birthday, in the middle of another tribe-wide festival (yes, again), my system pinged:
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**Ding!**
**Congratulations for surviving 5 years!**
**Happy Birthday! You have unlocked: [Ferromancy]**
> "Ferromancy: Manipulate and control metal through magnetic forces, attracting, repelling, or shaping metal objects with precision and power."
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I nearly **screamed.**
> "BRO. I'M MAGNETO. But like... cooler. *Literally.*"
I ran straight past the roasted meat and tribal dancers and beelined to the blacksmith's hut. I was about to make history.
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## **Metal Bender: Aethonix the Blacksmith Baby**
I asked the **Bone Circle** (the old men council who look wise but argue about whether rocks can feel pain) to send people out and find weird-looking stones—"shiny ones," I said.
Few hours later, I was handed chunks of raw ore.
I walked into the blacksmith hut like:
> "Step aside, peasants. Time for some metal-bending magic."
I hovered my hand over the ore and slowly twisted it into the shape of a crude sword. Not the prettiest, but hey—it was shiny, sharp, and didn't need a hammer.
Everyone stood there with their jaws on the floor.
> "HE CONTROLS HARD ROCK!"
> "It's *metal,* old man, METAL."
> "Same thing!"
> "NO, IT'S—ugh, nevermind."
I made **10 swords** that day. Gave one to Dad. He looked at it like it was forged by the gods.
> "What do I do with this?"
> "You stab things, obviously."
So he did. He went hunting with it—and **loved it**. I also made him **metal knuckles**, and now he goes around the forest boxing bears and punching trees for fun. The meat storage is almost full now.
> "We're gonna need a bigger fridge."
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## **Weather Report: 5 Years of Summer**
Here's something weird: It's been **hot** for the past five years.
No winter. No spring. Just sun, sun, and more sun. I asked one of the elders, old man **Fzyu**, and he said:
> "Ah yes, child. The world moves in great cycles. Five years of sun. Five years of rain. Five years of snow. Then it repeats."
> "BROOOO WHAT?! That's not climate, that's a Netflix season schedule!"
So apparently, we get a whole **weather era** every five years. Guess we're due for rain soon. Hope my ice powers don't get rusty.
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## **Shiny Things & Fashion Statements**
Big news: We discovered **gold and iron ore**.
You know what that means—**drip upgrade.**
I forged my dad an actual suit of armor out of iron and gave it a gold trim. He looked like a gladiator from the heavens.
He cried.
Then flexed.
Then killed a tree out of sheer joy.
> "I AM A SHINY WAR GOD!"
> "Yes, Dad. We get it. Please put a shirt on."
For Mom, I went full jeweler mode—necklace, rings, bracelets, anklets, you name it. She wore it all like a tribal queen and immediately declared it **the new trend**.
Now half the tribe's women walk around like they're going to a prehistoric Met Gala.
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## **Baby Boom: Population 10x**
So. Turns out Aurorians reproduce FAST.
> "We had *1,000 babies* this year."
Bro. That's more than a small town. I asked Dad what's going on and told him:
> "We need to keep going. More people. More power. Expand the tribe."
He agreed, and now we've got babies popping out like they're being speedrun.
I'm just out here building the **first metal tools**, and there's a literal **baby avalanche** behind me.
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## **The Bloody Sheep of Doom**
In my search for wool, I asked:
> "Do we have sheep?"
And the tribe responded:
> "Oh yes… but they're not normal sheep."
Enter the **BLOODY SHEEP**.
Fifteen feet tall. Blood-red wool. Glowing red eyes. The thing looked like a boss fight in a horror game.
I saw one and screamed:
> "WHAT THE SHEEP IS THAT?!"
I told my dad I wanted one. Naturally, he grabbed a sword, punched it, and dragged it home.
> "Here you go, son."
> "Thanks, Dad. I think it's still twitching."
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## **Mom's Pregnant, Rain Incoming, and Cement Theories**
Few months later, Mom's belly was rounder than a boulder.
> "Dad was glowing. Like literally, he radiated pride."
Me? I was pacing around like:
> "Is it a boy? A girl? A demigod ninja? Do I get a sibling sidekick?"
No time to worry—**rain season started**. After 5 years of sun, the skies decided to vibe. And you'd think we'd freeze but nope—our Aurorian bodies are built different.
> "Rain hits us and we feel like we're in a spa."
Now I had a new idea. Civilization step #25: **Cement.**
> "How did the Romans do it again?"
> "I think… seashells? Mud? Charcoal? Stir until house?"
I asked Fzyu. He agreed.
So we got to work.
- Burned wood for **charcoal**
- Crushed giant **4-foot seashells** (yes, even our shells are monsters)
- Mixed it all with **mud**
Then told the people:
> "Build rectangle houses. No more caves."
Almost **half the tribe** joined the construction.
Some homes were a success. Others… collapsed because someone thought it'd be smart to stack wet mud *without a foundation*.
> "BROOO THIS ISN'T A MUD PIE!"
Still, a few homes **survived the rain**. It was the beginning of a **new age**—the Age of Bricks and Broken Expectations.
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## **Crafting Craze & Tribal Home Depot**
Meanwhile, I was out here forging **axes, shovels, pickaxes, spoons, forks**, and even **weird ladles** just because I could.
> "Caveman Era? Nah. We're in the Ikea Arc now."
Tools were flying off the shelves (we don't have shelves, they just lay on rocks). Everyone's cooking better, digging faster, mining more, and stabbing less with sticks.
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