Every year, as the children of the mountain mature and become adults, they claim a weapon from the ancestral halls and go forth to find purpose in this world.

There are many weapons, and each will pull in one of the new adults. The unspoken rule of the village is that those whose family produce the finest warriors will also be drawn to the finest weapons, and by looking at the weapon a person claims, you can measure the strength of their bloodline and their raw talent. Every warrior whose name has entered the ancestral halls and been passed down in the legends wielded a weapon of earthshaking power and the highest quality. Everyone grows up fervently praying that a great weapon will become theirs when their turn comes.

However.

In the halls, there is a pen. It's the only weapon to have had more than one master, and it's also the sole greatest weapon in existence. There used to be many who, in succession, would take up the pen and wield its immense power. But for almost five hundred years, it has lain abandoned, calling none.

Today, that will change.