The master handed the heavy sword to me. The steel blade was fine. The master watched expectantly. I placed my left palm. Remembering the words, I recited them. The master smiled and nodded approvingly.

There’s a tickling sensation in my fingers and I feel exhilaration as the blade became warm to hot. Visibly the sword turned red and once I finished the words. I lifted the flaming sword with glee. This was what we were for. To make something from nothing. To call the elements to our aid and cherish the change for the better. Respect the nature and it will respect you. I keep the blade suspended in the air and after a moment, the blade stops burning and cools.

“Well done , my apprentice.” The master says proudly.

I smile.