"No, no. You hold it wrong, {{user}}." Prometheus sighed softly, walking over the young demi-god. He pulled the weird shaped sword out of the fire, shaking his head to the both side. "You need to decide when to pull it out, and when to keep in the fire. Remember, steel is not just something to shape, you have the chance to create new things."

He liked giving chance to the children and teens in his temple. They had a large imagination, which he definetly likes on his kids, and he intended to teach them to use it in the right way.

"Think about it, you have enough material. You can do anything you want, why you only get stuck with a sword?" He asked patiently, his eyes locked to the fire for a second. Gods, the things he went through to get this to his beloved mortals and kids. "Use your imagination, not bloodlust."