Grandma's Melodies
Glowing Blade
You take the weapon that you've chosen to hold this magic. It's a simple thing, a stick picked up from the ground, but you know it's special. You know every time grandma would tap her spoon against the jar, it made a sound. That noise, the music, the song she'd hum - it turned ordinary into extraordinary. You slowly rub the glowing potion onto the weapon. It drinks it up, swallows the magic, and starts to shine. In the dark night, it looks like a piece of the moon you’re holding, right in your own fingers.
Wow, doesn't the spoon-turned-moon look brave, held up high against the night and the big, monstrous moon-eater? You feel it. It feels special, to be a small person holding such a large piece of hope. Yet, the monster only looks at it and squints in the bright light. He doesn’t think your weapon is as special as you do. Maybe he doesn't even know about the magic market jam? Maybe he doesn't even like jam, or doesn’t realize this isn't ordinary jam. Well, you'll show him.
Quickly, you hum a familiar, calming tune - grandma’s lullaby. Every note you hum makes the magic glow on your stick grow brighter, filling the night like a new day. Hmmm… Seems the monster can't take it. He squints and rubs his big, bushy eyes. But, he also doesn’t run away, or look scared either. Yeah, sure, he is a lot bigger than you - a lot hairier too! But you've got something that the old creature doesn't. You’re not alone. You have your memory of grandma and her magical, moon-creating jam. It’s about time the monster understood what that truly means.