The magic is you.
I know of a wise one that could help with a sword that slaughters any tangling before you.
There once lived a young man who desired to serve the great queen of the North — Mother of dragons as a knight.
Before he could be selected into training, he had to slay a dragon. “A dragon?” Exclaimed the young man. The young man was scared to death and sat on the floor wondering how he would ever make the army.
A kind hearted knight then held his shoulder, and whispered into his ears,
“I know of a wise one that can help you with a sword that can kill any dragon”. “Really?” the young man asked curiously as he hurriedly stood up.
“Please, take me to him.” the young man demanded.
After the young man explained his problems to the Wise One, the Wise One went into his inner room, brought out a sword, and told the young man,
“This sword is magic. Whenever you are ready to go to war with the dragon, come to me and collect this sword. But, make sure to empty your scabbard, because you are surely going to slay the dragon”.
“But, remember, don’t use the sword until when you’re in danger” the Wise One warned.
A week later, the young man came as instructed — with his scabbard empty. The wise one asked that his eyes be closed as he went into his inner room. He came out and placed a sword in his scabbard.
“Don’t forget the warning” the Wise One again highlighted,
“Don’t use the sword until when you’re in danger”.
The young man, now, more confident, rode his horse out on to the plains where he confronted the dragon.
It was a fierce battle. The dragon was breathing fire. The dragon’s tail knocked the young man off his trusted steed.
Just at that moment, the young man remembered the magic sword. He took the sword out of his scabbard and started slashing the dragon’s legs.
The dragon was hurt and fell down. The young man jumped onto the dragon and put the sword into the dragon’s heart and killed the dragon.
Filled with intense joy, the young man returned home victorious.
The first person he went to see was the Wise One. He told the Wise One about how the magic sword saved his life. As he took it out of his scabbard to return it, he looked at it in amazement. “Wise One, this isn’t the same sword you showed me last week. This isn’t the beautiful, gilded magic sword. It’s just an ordinary sword!”
The wise one nodded and said, “There is no magic sword. The magic is FAITH through believing.”
No one can solve your problems but you.
No one has the power to make you win or lose.
It's your world, it's your choice.
Courage comes from that little something you have faith in-something you believe can never fail you.
All you need to win your war is FAITH in that little something that is in you.
How do you think you would win the war when you have nothing that you trust with you?
I know of a Wise One that can help you with a sword that can kill any problem entangled before you: It’s called FAITH.
What’s the magic? Who’s the magic?
The magic is in believing in that little something in you.
The magic is getting above the fear which held you captive.
The magic is you.
