She made every blade with the same level of care and reverence that one would expect from a master swordsmith, despite the fact that, as a woman, her blades were considered automatically inferior.
But she knew, thanks to the prophecy, that a weapon she would make would save the land from a great evil. She didn't know which blade it would be, so she made them all the best she could, while still marrying and having children and a happy enough life.
When she died, and she found out the weapon would be her son, she was rather put out.
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