My Magical Weapon
It’s hard to think about the magical weapon that I possess. The reason being, that I don’t consider it out of the ordinary, no matter how many times I’ve had to use it. It’s not even secret, I don’t even try to conceal it.
When I come upon conflicting parties in a major dispute, I just unleash my weapon and use it to save the situation at hand. At least I try to. It is powerful, yet doesn’t use much energy.
I was once in a situation where I found a totally distraught individual. They had been beaten down emotionally. They had lost the power to fight back and was ready to give in to their despair and loss. I gathered up the energy from my weapon and released its power. Consumed with the power, I let it caress the worn and broken down victim. And though the problem that initiated the stress was not solved, its power was diminished. No longer could it control its prey. The gray skies that had filled the sky began to show patches of blue.
I don’t always get thanked for my weapon’s assistance; sometimes it isn’t even acknowledged. I seek no reward. It just is what I carry with me, to use when needed. Though magical, it is far from unique. Hopefully, when used, it imparts pieces of itself in those that I do aid. That, if anything, is its purpose.
My secret weapon goes by many names, “kindness”, “compassion”, “empathy”, “love”. Keep an eye out for it. You may even own it yourself.
