[ 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 .

Astonished I wander through the wide corridors. 
 There is a strange but beautiful composition of ancient blades, crested rods and polished guns hanging from the walls and glistening in the dim light of a thousand candles. My eyes fall on weapons so powerful they are known in all dimensions - and beyond. I spot Excalibur, it´s golden blade staring knowingly back at me. 
 Mjölnir, exchanging dancing blue sparkles of energy with Zeus´s Thunderbolt. 
 
 I´m taken aback by the pure and cold deadliness displayed in front of me. 
 *Here´s where all great warriors come to. Here they are given the tools to become legends. To slay evil. To safe worlds. * 
 That´s what they said before pushing me inside. 
 *Enough questions. Now go... and find. * 
 
 And here I am, in the midst of... something... somewhere I don´t belong. I am no warrior. I am not great. And I definitely do not safe worlds. 
 I am just... me. 
 
 I stroll on, making my way deeper inside this... exhibition? *One million things to accidentally kill your partner with before breakfast. * 
 I begin to play advertisements in my head for each weapon that I pass. 
 
 *Freyr's Sword? A sword so good it fights by itself. Only now with the exclusive feature: Being a warlord for dummies! * 
 
 *The Sword of Gryffindor! Never worry about leaving your blade at home! Guaranteed to appear in the face of trouble. Comes with a stylish vintage hat. * 
 
 *Han Solo´s Blaster! Always shoot first with this despecialized Edition! * 
 
 I giggle. Why not have a little fun while trying to find my way out? 
 Suddenly I´m serious again. I look around and realize that I have no clue where I´ve come from. Guess I´m stuck in here until... until I´ve found *IT*. 
 
 I sigh. How can I find myself a weapon when I´ve never wielded one before? 
 Well, I need to try something. 
 
 I search for a bit until I find something that doesn´t look like I´m gon na chop my head of within a second of holding it. It´s a small dagger containing golden sand. 
 The *Dagger of Time*. I smile. If something goes wrong, I can simply jump back a few seconds and try again. I grab it. It doesn´t move. Not an inch. 
 
 Would have been too easy... 
 It´s the same for every other rod or blade or whatever I try to move. 
 Well then, back to strolling around. 
 
 As I pass the lightsaber division for the third time, I catch something in the corner of my eye. Or rather something missing. 
 Some corridors to my right, there´s no glistening or shimmerring or reflecting of light of any kind, although I can dimly see one hook on the wall, carrying something I can not identify. 
 
 Slowly, and then faster I begin to approach my new target. There´s a feeling in my gut that draws me towards it. *This must be it. The weapon destined for me! * 
 Excitement rushes through my veins as I press on. Only two corridors lie between me and my aim. One... 
 
 I realize I am now running towards it. My heart speeds and sweat stains my robe... 
 
 I reach it. I stop. I look. I think. 
 
 In front of me hangs a pencil. 
 Normal sized and surrounded by dusty old sheets of parchment. 
 
 Not the kind of weapon I expected. 
 Cautiously I reach out to the pencil and take it off from the wall. 
 There´s not even the slightest bit of resistance. I grab a sheet of parchment and stare at both items I am holding. 
 
 I press the pencil onto the parchment and start to move it in a familiar way. 
 I look down on what I have written. 
 
 In this moment I realize the immense power that I am holding within my hands. 
 
 It is a word. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

