Now all I want is power. Power to mold reality to my will. Before I let my will be trampled for the "benefit" of others, now it's my world. My will. I will forge what I see in my minds eye and make it reality, for that was always my purpose.

To sit in the specks of the fire as it crackles inside of the smithery. A weapon forged like no other, one that does not bleed or maim. Crush or penetrate. One that sculpts, creates and changes the fabric of reality itself. 

My weapon is known as the butterfly effect.