“Take up the Sword of Light, Brave Hero, for you alone are destined to overcome the darkness that assails our lands. You are our only hope!”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I’m supposed to say that to every sword-lugging meathead who comes along. You know, as a motivational thing.”
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t feel very motivated.”
“I know right? Like, all glory to the Goddess of Light and whatever, but she’s a terrible speechwriter. I told her you shouldn’t put that kind of pressure on people right up front, and she’s all blah blah, ineffable wisdom.”
“CAN WE HURRY IT UP IN THERE?”
“Whoa, is that Sherri? I haven’t seen her in like four hundred years – what’s she doing here? Is she still doing the Sacred Maiden gig?”
“Yeah. She decided to come along. I made her wait outside.”
“Good call. Literally everything in here is breakable.”
“So… what now?“
“I could give you a seemingly useless
blessing that will coincidentally turn out to be exactly what’s needed
in your darkest hour. The Goddess loves that shit.“