[ 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 .

*You have been found worthy. * 
 
 I entered through simple glass doors, and encountered something I'd never come across in my life. It was a hall, lined with weapons leading off into Eternity; a never-ending misperspective, mocking my mere humanity. 
 
 Immediately to my left, a thin blade, barely the width of my thumb, lodged into an obsidian stone. To my right? The legendary weapon *Masamune*, as wielded by the nemesis Sephiroth from the game *Final Fantasy VII*. So, it continued onwards, the weapons singing their hymnal call. 
 
 But not for me. My path lay in vengeance, and I feared that I was disallowed from all of the weapons.The chorus of metal and wood sang, louder and more vicious with each step. I had barely spent a minute wandering that infinity, when....silence. Like a library. 
 
 A clarion call, in quadruple harmony. **You are mine, Singer. I shall reveal myself to you momentarily. ** I stood, wondering what would happen, when merely the impossible did - the hall shrank, the weapons chanting. *An-ka-hei-la, An-ka-hei-la, An-ka-hei-la-an-ka-HEI! * # 
 
 A solemn silence. A pedestal. Vengeance. Solemnity. A glimmer. Blindness. 
 
....And there it was, a small dagger, golden in appearance, entwined within it, a crystal grip and hilt. The gold shone, with a fire within it that was unsated, covered with the dust of aeons, from a time and a place that was a part of the kingdom of the Could-have-been King and the deadly court of the Knight of the never-weres. 
 
 A literal blade to destroy or create on a whim.
