[ WP ] You discover a grand hall filled with legendary weapons like Mjonir and Excalibur . Each generation or so , warriors come to the hall to inherit a weapon that they are worthy enough to wield . Across the hall you see a forgotten weapon that 's been collecting dust . You hear it call to you .

The voice that calls from the dusty shelf across from me is one that is both familiar and completely alien. I glance in the direction it came from and my eyes are overcome with a brilliant flash of golden sunlight bouncing off the object. `` No way'' I think to myself as its shape comes into being and my eyes adjust to the gleam. `` Mjölnir, I can buy, it's at least rooted in an actual myth... but this?'' 
 
 `` You have doubt?'' comes that alien voice speaking into my mind. `` Come closer and I shall show you the truth'' 
 
 I find myself drawn to it, though I do n't remember telling my legs to walk. I look down to find that they are n't, a 2 inch gap between my soles and the floor is impossible... Yet... 
 
 `` Take it in your hands and you will know that it is true'' 
 
 Alarm klaxons sound in my subconscious as I see myself reaching for the object `` If it's really what it looks like DO N'T TOUCH!'' is a fleeting thought as my hand nears the golden surface. 
 
 As my fingers make contact I feel a surge of energy race up my arm into my brain and I am flooded with images of people and places I know intimately but that can not possibly exist. 
 
 A child in an alley covered in his parents blood. 
 
 A world in the midst of being torn apart, as the sole refugee flees in a small craft. 
 
 A forensic scientist hard at work on a stormy night. 
 
 All these people and more I see. 
 
 The pilot in green, who loses himself to fear 
 
 The sole survivor of a dead race mourns his wife and child. 
 
 As the images fade I ca n't help but shudder at the implication. 
 
 They are real. Not fictional characters, but real people. In the multitudes of realities... they are there. 
 
 The voice asks `` Did you see the truth?'' In a quavering voice I respond with a `` *yes*'', It continues, `` Then you know the mantle must be taken up, and you alone, in all of the multiverse are a worthy replacement'' 
 
 `` You must have the wrong person... I do n't belong there, I ca n't....I do n't want this!'' I nearly scream at it. 
 
 `` It is not about wanting child. It is Fate that calls you to service.'' 
 
 With a shudder, those words echo through me. If it has to be done, who am I to deny it. 
 
 My fingers tremble as I lift the helmet. After all.....You ca n't fight Fate. 
 

