"Hear! Hear my hammer! No, it is no myth!For here! Here I am the world's word smith!" The Word Smith was forging the best poem anthologies and stories of his life when it shattered. His hammer laid busted in pieces and scattered around the forge. The Smith's fiery passion had instantly been doused by the very thing he held so close. His all mighty storyteller, his hammer had failed him. He was now faced with his life's greatest choice. Give up and lose the only thing that he ever really had or face the trials ahead and re-forge the hammer. Hopeless, The Smith was on the verge of giving it all up to be a poet with no pen. Just a belly button less man.