First Sword

The next morning, I stepped out of a portal to the small forge. Svarein was sitting in a worn wooden rocker. He was looking me in the eyes as soon as I stepped out from the portal. He looked down at the oversized leather clothes I wore and then he rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Boy, are you ready?"

"I am ready."

"Good, start now."

I moved to the anvil, and I looked around for the hammer that he was using, but then I remembered he had made his hammer from mana. I would have to do the same.

I twirled strings of mana in my hands. I stretched the strings down and solidified them. There was a rough mana rod in my hand. I stretched more strings, and I banded them around the solid rod. I made my own glowing orange mana hammer.

I turned to the Svarein and he merely shrugged. "Now make a sword, boy."