A mote was fashioned upon a peculiar lathe. Its childhood was spent in fire and it left behind cinders when it set out on its odyssey. Troopers named it Breakheart and rained war down on it. Breakheart lived its name and obliterated the troopers. Changed in this crucible of fate, the mote was Quietforge henceforth.

This is a “found word” story. I looked in a magazine and pulled out a list of words. Then I used them in a story.

upon, war, troopers, travel, peculiar, mote, lathe, fire, cinder, odyssey, childhood, breakheart, crucible

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