Post by Luna Ceresia on Nov 11, 2012 15:50:14 GMT -5
The girl leaned against the wall of the forge, soot covering her hands, and a celestial bronze sword being forged by her. Yep, definitely not a Hephaestus kid, the girl thought, glancing at her cooling handiwork, which glistened in the sunlight. Even its freshly attached hilt, made up of sturdy, polished wood, had a sort of shine on it. Intricate designs had been carved by Luna into the hilt, with spots on it perfect for gripping and swinging. This would be Luna's weapon. All demigods need celestial bronze, Luna mentally noted, recalling a particularly nasty incident with a hellhound in the woods last week.
The demigod may not have been particularly excellent at forging, but she still enjoyed it. Warmth was something Luna loved, and she also loved creating things- and magic. Weapons with magical properties were easily completed and put in the armory by Luna, when her weapons weren't complete failures, and often were mildly useful, or still complete failures. This weapon, this fine sword, had been created after about sixteen attempts that had all ended in a shriveled hunk of metal roughly shaped like a cocoon being reused by Hephaestus kids, and turned into something awesome.
Luna placed a shiny, fake silver bracelet on the table she had placed her still warm sword on, and muttered incantations as well as manipulated Mist. Soon, the sword was magically a bracelet, and a simple press of a specific section of the bracelet could transform it into a sword. Pleased, the girl slipped it on, praying to Hephaestus that he would make sure this didn't kill her or something, slightly tired, leaned against a wall near the forge- the armory wall.
Word count: 284
The demigod may not have been particularly excellent at forging, but she still enjoyed it. Warmth was something Luna loved, and she also loved creating things- and magic. Weapons with magical properties were easily completed and put in the armory by Luna, when her weapons weren't complete failures, and often were mildly useful, or still complete failures. This weapon, this fine sword, had been created after about sixteen attempts that had all ended in a shriveled hunk of metal roughly shaped like a cocoon being reused by Hephaestus kids, and turned into something awesome.
Luna placed a shiny, fake silver bracelet on the table she had placed her still warm sword on, and muttered incantations as well as manipulated Mist. Soon, the sword was magically a bracelet, and a simple press of a specific section of the bracelet could transform it into a sword. Pleased, the girl slipped it on, praying to Hephaestus that he would make sure this didn't kill her or something, slightly tired, leaned against a wall near the forge- the armory wall.
Word count: 284
