Everyone I know or knew, had that one precious thing. That one superstitious article that helped us stay alive or bring us good luck. Some had a rabbit’s foot, other had a sidearm. One guy, Gabriel had a rock that he called a summoning stone. It worked for the most part until it summoned that wrong thing. That is a story for another time. 

For me, my trusty lighter is my good luck charm. Given to me during one of our missions. My sergeant told me to always keep it close and never be without it. In the darkest of nights, it has brought me light. Burning away the unnecessary and always revealing the truth. 

I lit the fuse to the biggest explosion I’ve ever seen. The heat generated was tremendous. The lighter was forever named Dragon fire after that night. When it exploded, it sent everything and everyone inside that complex to hell.