Thor’s Lair
The Stygian darkness was shattered by a crashing bolt from the dark clouds rolling in with the midnight storm that swirled about suggesting something even more powerful was trapped within that rolling thunder. The winds, unexpectedly strong, tore a gnarled oak tree from its hold on the earth slamming it into the side of the adjacent mountain crag with a crash that no ear heard.
The thunder furnace was ablaze with molten metal that glared with intense heat at anyone that got their face close enough to peer within. That furnace was purging out all the impurities of the metal, swirling by the horrible heat that fed its insatiable hunger. ……… It was almost time!!!
The furnace, among other machines of metal manipulation, was anchored there, deep in the roots of the mountain in a cavern below the roaring winds and clashing flashes of lightning and thunder. They worked at the demand of their master, Thor. These sieges of metal work would pummel, flatten and work the metal to its proper surface, curved surfaces, arcs or flats…………without mercy! Cracks, crevices and holes that festooned the forgotten and abandoned metal of the Luger that may have been as a result of misuse, or from a spill of warrior’s blood, corrosion from salt water from a sea faring quest or from the sweat of a soldier waiting in trench expecting to be overrun were to be repaired, rendered, rejuvenated, restored to its original beauty and lines.
Just for fun!
