A forge, hundreds of faceless beings walking here and there, some stopped by me but most just kept walking. An inspecting eye, one that finally landed on my form finally came to a complete stop. A hand was reached out and with it came a piece of ore, one rough enough that you could barely see the ore within.
However, I was not one to give up, it was the only opportunity that I had to prove myself, to make a weapon that would stand up to the greatest of them all.
With hands that never shook and dexterous fingers I took the ore into hand, carefully placing it over the fire and controlled the fire so that only the ore would be left unmelted.
Days passed by as the heat pounded over my body, the stubborn ore not taking shape. The rock around it had already melted days ago but the ore was stubborn enough that it would not heat.
