They did watch their radiant deity in both awe and elation. For beautiful was Daboh, and satiating was his power, like a golden light that did come through the thicket of a forest. But then every one of them let out a great scream of terror! For Daboh did tear a half of his fiery heart out from within himself and toss it upon the pile of wood before him, and when the pile did catch fire, he thus called it a bonfire. Then, brightness and heat did commence, and strength did pour into the hearts of all humans. Praised be Daboh, who gifted humans with fire!

The humans did rejoice, amazed, but the deity’s gift ‘twas not meant for play nor satisfying curiosity. He did lead the people to the marshlands and start poking a stick into the moist soil until he hit a spot as hard as a bone hidden beneath the tender flesh. And Daboh did order the humans to retrieve this Bone of the Earth from the soil, and he did call it iron. And he did tell them to cast it into the fire, as it will become their weapon against the Horrors: a weapon torn from the soil and forged in the flame.