The Almighty Paige

I wiped a thin bead of cold sweat from my forehead. 'Note to self: don't create food out of thin air until I've studied a biology textbook.'

"Let's try something non-organic," Alistair suggested, handing me a heavy iron sphere. "Turn this into a longsword. It should be considerably easier, since you're reshaping matter rather than recreating the complexities of living biology."

I took the cold iron sphere in my hands. This time, didn't have to guess. I thought about all the medieval swords, combat knives, and historical weapons I had seen in movies, games, and forging shows back when I was working late night shifts. I visualized the sharp edge, the balance of the blade, the full tang, and the reinforced steel structure.

I gripped the iron sphere, closed my eyes, and willed the metal to flow.

*CLINK.*