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Hey guys! Sorry about last week, and yesterday. Life has been crazy, and though I’ve tried to write, no words have come until now. Thanks for reading! We’ll be doing one more Story in September to make up for last week. (Shhh, we’re not dying for content, shhh)
They called me the Chosen one. They had trained me as long as I could remember, to Fight, to win. There was an evil, and it must be stopped. Who better to do so than I? My leaders had no thought that I was still a child. They considered me ready to do the work I had been prepared for, ignoring my tender years. I was not a person to them.
***
I fought with all I could muster, and yet it was no good. I lay on the cold floor of our arena, gasping for air, my ribs had been cracked. I tried to stand but a hand laid me back down. It was the villain. I saw no malice in her eyes, only sorrow.
“Shh,” the villain said. “You’re doing great, but you’re not ready. They shouldn’t have sent you to fight me. You don’t know enough, you can’t win. Not now, anyway.” She passed her hand over my eyes and I fell asleep.
***
I woke in a cart as we rattled along. Shortly we stopped and the villain helped me to the ground.
“You mustn’t tell anyone I have helped you. They will never trust you again. Come back and fight me when you’re older. When you’re ready. Children shouldn’t have to fight their parent’s wars.” She hopped back onto the cart and rode away.
I stood shocked and dazed in the middle of the road. Slowly her spells drifted away. I became dizzy and my ribs began to ache. I fell to my knees in the road, unable to think. My people found me on that road, mute and emotionally numb.
***
I was interrogated harshly when I was returned, all though to my health ignored. I questioned time and time again: Should I tell them about her? About the little goodness left in her? Or would they shun me, lock me away somewhere and lie to our people about what I had done? Could it be possible they were lying to me? Could be that my leaders were the oppressors and sought to fight her light, keeping us in the dark for such a purpose?
I didn’t say a word for hours until finally, in exasperation my interrogator said,
“Good grief, it’s like you don’t remember anything.”
I looked him in the eye and said, “I don’t.”
He blinked, shocked.
“Who are you?” I asked my brother.
***
I was grown now, they had deemed me ready (again). I stood at the entrance to my home and looked back. My mission was clear, but my heart wasn’t. Soft words and kind actions had come from the one I was supposed to hate. The ones I was supposed to love cared little for my life, only their agenda.
I rode to the villain’s castle, which stood in the middle of a grassy field. She came to meet me in the twilight, fireflies swirling around her, the warm breeze playing with her hair.
I stopped, hesitating for one last second.
I was called the chosen one because she chose me.
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I actually enjoyed this story. I wonder how a fleshed out version of this story would fare as a novel?
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