From Balthazar’s Illuminated Manuscript:
Long ago there was a boy who dreamed great dreams. Every winter his village was attacked by a pack of wolves who came down from the mountains to eat what the villagers had stored for themselves to hold them over during the long winter. At night the people slept in caves and lit fires at their mouths to keep the bears out. Sometimes the fires went out, and the wolves dragged off the villagers as well. But Weyland’s mother Morgan had a way with flames, and so their fire never went out. She said she had fire in her heart, and all believed her. But Weyland dreamed that he too had fire in his heart, and that he could create a fire that would not go out even greater than his mother’s, and that using it, the villagers would not need to defend themselves with sticks and stones anymore. He dreamed that he could capture fire, and turn it into stone - hard and constant - and with that frozen fire, he could help his family and friends protect themselves.
So one day, he walked into the mountains above the village where the wolves lived, but it was summer, and the woods were full of deer, and he went by secret paths by a stream hidden deep in the stones of the mountain.
He walked until he came to a great cave, carved with huge pillars, and inside lived the King of the Stone Giants. He said to the King: “King of Stone, you have created stones out of many things: you’ve turned water, and air, and even night into stone, but never have you made a stone out of fire. Tell me how you do these things, so that I can protect my village.” And the King of Stone looked at him and said: “Boy, what is your name?” And the boy said, “My name is Weyland.” And the King of Stone said “I have waited for you, boy, for it is said that while I can turn many things to stone, fire is beyond my reach. I needed a boy to come, to make fire into stone.” And Weyland said “Tell me what I must do.”
But the Stone King said: “All great tasks must come at a terrible price. If I knew how to do this thing, I would do it. But I know what you must do. You must give up something - you must cease to see some things so that you may see others. You must give me one of your eyes, and then you will be able to see what must be done.” So the boy gave the King of Stone one of his eyes. And the King of Stone said: “I will take your eye, and I will turn it into stone, and it will look like a storm in the sky, and I will cast it into the sea like the old oath”, and this he did.
And though Weyland had only one eye, when he looked with the other eye, he saw many things trapped inside others, and he saw ways of separating them, and also ways of putting them together.
But Weyland left and went to a deep valley, far from the wolves, and created a great fire, and taking stones, he mixed them to create a fire greater still, and by mixing stones, and wood, and the fire itself, he created solid fire. It flowed when hot, but froze hard when cooled, and it could be shaped sharp, and in many forms, just as the tongues of a flame. Long he labored on these tongues of solid flame, but when the winter came, his village waited for the wolves armed, and ready.
When the wolves attacked, they were astounded, and fled, except for the greatest wolf Blythek, who growled at the villagers, and pounced, leaping over the fires at the mouth of the cave, grasping Morgan in his teeth, and running into the mountains. For six days and six nights Blythek ran, and Weylund followed. Far into the north they ran until the world was covered in snow and ice. On the seventh day Blythek made it to a great peak piercing the ice and snow, reaching for the sky and he turned, and Weylund watched as the wolf gulped down the body of his mother.
Despite the cold Weyland wore nothing but rags, but he burned with anger, and a fire within. He and Blythek fought a monstrous battle the flattened the top of the mountain, even boring down into the summit until a great bowl was formed, and there, finally, after three days of fighting, Weyland slew Blythek, and cut him open. But though he did not find his mother there, he saw that the wolf’s heart burned with an incredible fire, and so he buried the heart as a tribute to his mother there at the bottom of the bowl, and he built a smithy from the rocks of the mountain. And the fire of his furnace is hotter than all other smithies, and the products of his smithcraft have ever been the marvel of the world.