Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 12]

A thump echoed a second later, a solid iron ingot landing close to my face.

[...]

With Raven still talking, I reached out and took the ingot in hand, drawing it under my body.

[...]

"Stand or die," Raven called out. "If you do, she dies also."

Slowly, painfully, I stood. In doing so, I revealed my creation, a thin, crooked hook-like implement that was more farming tool than weapon. I had, however, given it a rudimentary cross guard and blade.

It was still a sword.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 12]