Write a short story about a character who has just learned that they aren’t The Chosen One after believing that they were.
“I’m just an ordinary girl, ordinary girl in a world full of super powers. Nahhhhh, this isn’t that kind of story, I’m the chosen one! Nothing ordinary about me, I’m punctual, smart, pretty and powerful! Ain’t nothing’s gonna stop me from fulfilling my destiny! My family has been protecting roseshot valley since before time, which means it’s not stopping at me. Got it! I’ve been practicing my skil...
Was it ever supposed to be me? Was I even supposed to be here? Was I just a placeholder? What am I supposed to do now? Where do I go? But more importantly, if not me then who?
All these and a thousand more questions flood my head as I let the words of my mentor and adoptive father, Zerran, sink in to my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, Lykran, but your not the Chosen One. It was all a mistake. I am so sorr...
Everyone has something they live for. Love. Power. Honor. And what I live for-I have sacrificed more than any person can imagine. I’ve killed for it. Granted, they were all guilty, but the blood on my hands cares not for who it is I kill.
So why would I believe him when he tells me it was all a lie?
“The gods chose me” I say. My hand rest on the hilt of my dagger, and the other grips the mans blo...
The world came crashing down around me. Everything I knew was a lie. I was supposed to be the greatest, but I’m actually just average. It should have been me, I was always told it was me. In actuality my worst enemy was the chosen one. They get to live the life I’ve dreamed of since I was four. I don’t understand how she is the one who gets this power, she doe’s deserve it. I should have it, it’s ...
Henry stared at the blade poking his throat, eyes blown wide in confusion. The tip danced over his Adam's Apple as he swallowed. "I don't...I don't understand," he murmured. His gaze drifted up to the man standing before him. "How did you beat me?"
His opponent's lips curled up into a sneer. "Kid, you weren't anywhere near my level."
Henry licked his lips, the taste of iron coating his tongue. "...
Enfys woke up and everything was wrong.
They felt for the stream in which they had been riding and found it gone. Not just gone, but evaporated. For the first time since they were eighteen, Enfys was free falling through time.
Their first instinct was to freeze.
It had been years since Enfys had so much as eaten a piece of bread without feeling the stream’s guidance. It was second nature. It...
Jonas there is something you must know now before we move on any further. Speak up and tell me what you got to say Balik. The prophecy is wrong Jonas, you were never meant to be the chosen one Jonas it was always meant for Yabira to lead us. Yabira and her parents were kept from the truth to throw off the Aklans and to keep her safe.
“Jonas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Before he knew it...
It had been a tradition for years. When the oldest member of the Emerald family turns sixteen, they travel to the Sacred Vault, picking up the glistening stone for which our family was named and unleashing its protective powers over our kingdom.
And today it's my turn. After a lifetime of waiting for this, I will become the new keeper of the Emerald, taking over from my aunt. I never really liked ...
The chamber spun, smoke billowing out of the barrel as the fifth round pierced the old man’s chest.
“I told… you… The cities will burn, and this will… be their tomb…” The man gasped for breath he could no longer hold, falling to his side with a hand grasping at his chest. His breathing shallowed, nearly inaudible. “Why… had you not… listened…” His hand left his chest and hit the floor. W...
She was the most popular girl
To many boys, she was the world
With her lush chocolate hair
And the sparkling blue stare
But she was not very happy
Still others were being treated unfairly
A struggling girl with big brown eyes
Neglected and sadly despised
A dark-haired, lonely boy
Seemingly drained of all joy
Was always picked on
And he felt like no one
And then some girls were circling
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