Two friends owned a hunting cabin
on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.
In their seclusion they hunted and distilled various concoctions of beverages in an old still found in a root cellar on the property.
One night there came a powerful storm that swept parts of the land into the sea. As the thunder was echoing in the distance a tree was struck by lightning just outside the cabin.
The next morning the men began cutting the tree down while it was still smoldering. As they made the first cut the tree toppled over and they noticed sparks in the trunk as they breathed towards the sky. When they walked over they noticed a burned image of what looked like an old rune the shape of a lightning bolt perfectly engraved in the middle of the freshly cut stump.
Upon looking further there was a charred trail that led through the dirt. They followed it to the old root cellar and when they opened the door they noticed the trail ended at the old still which held their latest batch. As they poured the liquid from the still they noticed the light as it danced in their cups. They toasted the storm as they threw back their spoils.