silver

It was one of the coldest winters in Boston, but the spirit of rebellion heated the air more than any furnace. Johnny Tremain, the young apprentice silversmith, could feel it in his scarred hand, having suffered a debilitating accident that prevented him from continuing his work at Mr. Lapham's silversmith shop. Leaving behind his previous life, he found himself in the midst of the brewing revolution among the Sons of Liberty.

In the bustling town of Sulaco, the illustrious silver mine, gifted by the resplendent landscape of Costaguana, was known to every soul. It was a hub that was as much a symbol of prosperity as it was a magnet for conflict. One man who had seen it all, a man of unwavering integrity and courage, was Nostromo, the headlong foreman of the miners.

Ink flowed from his pen like magic, as Mortimer 'Mo' Folchart sketched the outlines of a character from the book he recently read - 'Inkheart'. It was a tranquil evening with the sun setting down, casting long shadows in his study. Dustan, his newest creation, was a roguish rogue, charming yet dangerous. Mo had intended to draw Dustan to life and be his companion for the evening. But as the last stroke of ink touched the parchment, Dustan sprang out of the pages, much to Mo's astonishment, thus proving the Inkheart's magic.