[ 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 .

Now that I'm older I remember. 
 
 I saw them all in the great hall. 
 
 Fantastic blades, swords, were before my eyes, but only one could touch I. 
 
 The voice told me that my weapon would choose, not me. 
 
 A great destiny awaited me, or so they told me. 
 
 O, if only had I know, that to my father I would bring sorrow. 
 
 How many times did I heard his screams, of that I do know it was not just dreams. 
 
 I lost that weapon when I was a kid, but it came back, granted now to my own kid. 
 
 That fucking yellow Lego Brick! 
 
 Ps: not English native, do n't burn me, the idea the prompt gave me had me chuckle so I had to write it... Sorry if I have hurt your eyes.
