The Flaming Iron

For this topic, I imagined a land in which it is forbidden to bend or forge metal, due to the evil Warlord's fear of an uprising of the common folk.

However, unbeknownst to the Warlord, a lone young peasant, late in the dark of night, hidden in a secret forge deep in the forest or somewhere, has begun creating weapons to overthrow him.

Yadda, yadda . . . there's probably something about a prophecy and the alignment of stars and planets, or the color of the sea in there too. . . -but that's where you come in.  What kind of story does this inspire you with?