The Warhammer

The hammer was made out of pure iron. The handle bar was wrapped in fine leather. The powerful weapon was imbued with gravity Energy. The head of the weapon glowed purple. Dython traced his hand on the handle and placed his hand on the head. The metal was warm. The scientists watched their king examine their masterpiece.

"Pick it up." Ositron said

"Sure." Dython said

He struggled to get it off the table. Once he lifted it above his waist, it was much lighter. He walked out and swung it around. He had a huge smile on his face. Ositron clapped.

"Smack the ground!" Ositron shouted

Dython raised the hammer above his head and struck the ground beneath him. He was launched high into the air and a small crater was formed where he hit the earth.

"Holy!" Dython shouted, standing up.

"Are you okay?" Ositron asked

"Yeah, yeah." Dython said laughing

"It is quite powerful." Ositron said

"I see why you said we need to find someone who can wield it." Dython said

"Yeah, a strong warrior. This weapon rivals the power of Excalibur." Ositron said

"Incredible." Dython said

"What's next?" Ositron asked

"We can't use this weapon yet. The person chosen will need time to get used to it," Dython said, "Let's go meet up with the soldiers."

"Yeah. It is almost time." Ositron said

"The Warhammer is incredible. I wish it was ready sooner." Dython said

"It is a shame." Ositron said

Dython returned the hammer to the scientists. He gently placed the weapon back onto the center table. He thanked them and then left with Ositron. The soldiers waited patiently for their arrival.