[ 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 .

`` Enter,'' said the wise old sage to me. 
 
 A single sentence was carved over the door. 
 
 *COGITA, ET TU ERIS* 
 
 I had been chosen to enter the Hall of Legend, where all legendary weapons are held for the next hero to wield. I won due to a lottery where once chosen you had to prove yourself, which ended up with me being the first choice in 250 years. The old sage was telling me how I would just *know* which weapon was mine. 
 
 I stepped in, and was blinded by all the glory. In glass cases there were swords, hammers, bows, arrows, guns, katanas, the works. 
 
 *Excalibur, * one said, *reserved for Brits only. User: King Arthur* 
 
 *Mjolnir, * another said, *for those of great strength. User: Thor* 
 
 *Thunderbolt, for those of godly power. User: Zeus, * said another. 
 
 A final one that I rested my eyes on was Hercules' bow and poisoned arrows. But that was not the one that called to me. 
 
 *I am yours to take. Take me with you and we will achieve great heights together, * it said. *Not all weapons have to be offensive, you know. * 
 
 The voice was distinctly cold, distant, and female. 
 
 `` Who- who are you? What are you? Where are you?'' I asked. `` What is your name?'' 
 
 *I am the roaring of a thousand dragons. When I am shaken, Olympus shakes. I am your protectorate, your savior. I am the weapon of Athena's choice. * 
 
 `` You- you are?'' 
 
 *Justin Ithacus Hellenica, of the bloodline of Odysseus, I am Aegis, and I choose you. *
