"You are the chosen child. The one who has come to end this world's suffering."
"What do you mean?" I asked back sitting in a crimson room, the walls taped up in soft velvet fur and dim candle lights.
I sat in a stooled seat across from Twine, her large puffy dark red hair flowing out and around the black-clothed table between us. She held out her hands and placed seven weird-looking cards across the small table.
The first card was a hawk with an arrow piercing its throat. The second was a black wall coated in roses. The third was a dark green snake twisting around a piercing of knives. The fourth was a twisted staff stuck in marble stone. The fifth was a set of silver armor cast out in the sun. The sixth was a small fish in a large pond. And the final card... The last card on the table was a cloud, a cloud of lighting.
"What is this?" I asked.
The woman looked up at me, her eyes a pearlescent grey.
"Two weeks ago, all the mediums across the world were given the same vision. A vision of the end, of a golden sun-haired man with monsters surrounding his domain. And from the ashes of his Soul Sword came seven soldiers, their pasts widdled away to ash. Yet they still fought for their long-gone master."
"What are you saying? Mediums? Visions? I was sent here by Tusk. The big guy, you know him?" I asked.
She shook her head and continued, "then comes you. In this vision, a boy with red hair stands over the golden-casted man. His monster army in ruins as you wield the Sword of Fate."
"What?! Wha- Please... What are you talking about? Can you explain it in simpler terms, you're kinda not making any sense?"
She breathed in a big inhale and leaned over the table of cards, "the world knows... He knows... Sariel of The Light knows of this vision. And he will try to stop you. The Shorebringer's will try to stop you. The world will search for you. For the weapon, you will wield in that vision."
"The weapon?"
"It is the Sword of Fate. The weapon not of the twenty swords he created. A sword not enchanted by Ancient Deities, but of man."
"A sword of man? Wait... Feun? The sword guy? What are you-"
She continued, "Sariel has searched for that weapon for many many years. And he will stop you from wielding it... But you can fight back. Tusk will take you on your journey, he will do his best, but it is not him who can save you. Listen here... Visions are not set in stone, whatever happens, happens, you can not just go back in time and change anything... Fate is but a guiding line, and Sariel will most definitely push you off that path, but it is only you who can change that fate into whatever path you want. Just know, that by the end of your journey you must fall back on that line no matter what, to kill Sariel."
She grabbed me by my leathered collar and pulled me slightly off my wooden stool.
"Do you understand?"
I nodded my head as she dropped me back down.
"Good... Then you officially know the consequences." Her pearly eyes glanced off to the red ceiling, "he will be waiting for you outside, along with the girl."
"Uhhhh... Thanks, I guess," I got up and nervously walked up to the door, but before I opened it I turned back around and asked, "but... Lady Twine... You're a medium right? You see the future and stuff?"
"Only in what God tells me."
"Then everything that you said, I don't really understand most of it, but what you said. if it comes true... Can I really do it? Kill him? Even though I don't feel any hate toward him."
Twine smirked, "that is not for me to tell. I am but a medium. I can't see what is inside of you. I can only see what is outside. Your mind is yours. No one, not even God can change your fate. It is but God who planned it out, but it is you who moves within it."
As I left the crimson room, I walked across the bar. The faces staring as I walked to the door, but as I reached out my hand a familiar face appeared from behind me. It was Lin, and next to him was Lanis the Poet Knight guy.
"Lin... What are you..."
He turned away, his head hidden in the shadows as Lanis turned with him.
"Good day to you my child..."
"Uhh... Same..."
I left without saying another word. What was that about? And why were they there together? Don't tell me there also there to see the...
They entered the crimson room.
Lanis sat down as Lin stood beside him.
He asked, "Twine, was that boy just then, him?"
She smirked, "yes. Yes indeed. The boy of prophecy."
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In the far-off Kingdom of Rend. In the stone castle of the Royal Family. In the King's dark chambers. A man clad in large silver armor, with a curved white katana, sat on the King's massive king-sized bed. He was cross-legged, with his arms held over one another.
His blue eyes staring out at the old chubby man in front of him.
"This place looks lovely doesn't it?" he asked him.
The King stared at the golden-haired man, his face so elegant, so beautiful, so commanding. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to appease this man. But then again all he wanted to do was appease him. He wanted to do anything in his power to make this man happy. But once he thought those thoughts, he went back to normal. He thought why would he want to appease this man. He is the King of the great Kingdom of Rend! No one, not even other Kings could appease him. So then why? Why?
The King felt a warmth in that blue sky stare. Like he was complete. Like he didn't need anything ever anymore.
"Sit."
The King fell to his two front knees and started panting, his face a glob of flesh and fat.
"Good... Now, look upon this mantel. This Kingdom... You will give it all to me. You understand?" asked Sariel, his white Soul Sword swung back and forth in his short speech.
The King nodded his head while sitting up from his two-limbed position. The thoughts kept going through his head. Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to appease this man? But every time he reflected on it, he would eventually fall back into the same mindset. That same mindset. Madness? Crazyness? Was he going insane from just this man's stare. Or was it-
He fell forward, his face slobbering against the ground. To him, the real question wasn't how to appease him, but why was he not appeasing him.
Sariel got up from the golden framed bed and walked over to the window. He looked out over the sprawling Kingdom of Rend, the fields of sand, of dunes, of trenches, and stone mines. He looked out further, into the curved distant sun.
"The boy will come here. He will try to kill me."
Snap!
He turned around with a snap of his fingers. The King stood up and looked at him with a panting face of sweat.
"I'm bored of you... Kill yourself."
"Ye... Ye... Yes..."
The King walked up to Sariel and climbed onto the windowsill. He looked down at the sixty-foot drop. He then turned back to Sariel and smiled.
"Yes my King!"
He smiled not a smile of glad, or happiness, or sadness. It was but a crazed smile, like someone who had lost his mind. The Lost King...
Sariel smiled back.
"Jump."
He jumped.
Splat!
Sariel slowly stepped back up to the windowsill. He looked down at the splatter of the old fat King. His bloody messy death. He then looked back out toward the horizon.
"Tusk... The world will be after you... You must be prepared..."
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Tusk looked out over the sun. His eyes glaring into the distance as Ceauli and I walked up to him, our bodies packed up and ready for our next adventure.
Tusk then mumbled to the sky, "I have been... Ever since that day..."