HAMMER
Hammer stood in the middle of his newly-finished home, wiping the sweat from his brow. He admired the log walls and wooden-plank flooring he had put together and the stained-glass windows he had made from breathing fire onto nearby sand from the beach of a lake.
He smiled and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it. The cabin had been a tiresome feat, but he had everything he wanted. Well, almost everything.
The furniture had been bought from a small thrift shop just down the mountain, but it was everything he needed. He took his glass of water to the window and stared at the mountain range. This land was vast and unpopulated, perfect for flying whenever he felt like it.
He turned the glass around in his hand, watching the reflection of the sun’s rays on
