stories i write

the chosen one lol (not hp)

The prophecy.

The chosen one.

That's all they ever went on about.

How "He'll come and save us all,"

Without even seeing this magical man they proclaim to be coming to save us.

If 'he' ends up coming this man needs to hurry the fuck up.

It's never a female in scenarios like this.

I doubt the prophecy is even fucking real!

You know what?

I'll become "him".

The chosen one.

The golden boy.

That'll be me.

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"You don't have to do this!"

That retched, annoying voice called out to me.

Like he cares.

All he cares about it fulfilling that stupid prophecy!

"It isn't even real!"

That pushed him over the edge. 

He seemed to get angry.

Why?

All I said were truths.

"All you say are lies!"

I stared at him.

Glared.

How dare he.

"It's all your fault! If you wouldn't go off on that little tangent of trying to prove the prophecy is wrong!-" He paused, taking a breath, "Look around! It's real! Every bit of it."

So I did.

I looked around.