´Burn till there is only ashes. ´ This is the sole purpose of my existence or at least I thought so till one day a short fat dwarf with so much hair in his face that I could only barley see his glimmering eyes that motionlessly stare at my flaming body.

As a proud fire elemental who has achieved the peak of its race, I was beaten to the ground by a cold hammer. With each swing of this terrifying weapon I could hear the pained cry of a being imprisoned inside the hammer.

´I don't want to be imprisoned. ´ Was my last thought before losing consciousness.

I was then awoken by the rhythmical banging of metal against metal, with each strike a wave of vibration and energy flows through me, slowly changing the form and shape of my very existence.

´I refuse to let it go your way, you short, fat and hairy shit.´ I curse and start to concentrate my flames on one place and slowly melt it out of shape.

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This action causes the banging sound to lose its rhythm, then a new fight broke out, one side continuously deforming the metal while the other side does its best to hammer it back in shape.

To my regret the vessel only became more and more perfect, refined from the inside and outside alike. No flaw was left untampered as I would find them and melt them which allowed the hair shit to hammer it out of existence.

The original design has long been destroyed and a new one took it place.

Through continuously stretching trying to escape from the vessel I was able to reach every part of it and fill it out completely.

It has the form of a bastard sword, its has a two edges and the blade is one meter long, it has dark wooden handle of thirty centimeters that allows one to swing it with both hands, in its entire form it looks very common and bland.

That is how the vessel look, but once I fuel my flames through it, many burning runes and carvings will appear and unleash my full power.

After the completion of my vessel, the short, fat and hairy piece of shit placed a seal on me that restricts me from extending my sense out of my vessel and placed me somewhere where I waited for a loon time.

Time passes without my notice and I fell asleep till I awoke from the touch of a stranger on my vessel.

´Did the hair shit stain finally decided to bring me out again?' The beast grumbles.