Prophecy Failure: Mr. Reckless not Harbinger of Death

PROLOGUE

Every tell-able story, starts with things going crazy, with unusual happenings in a normal, innocent, life. I wasn't innocent, neither did my life turn out to be normal, and things went awry. I sound straight out of the twentieth century, but this happened in the year twenty-twenty, the year of chaos, as we called it.

A story gets interesting with fights, unusual happenings, humour, the story-teller and death. Congratulations, you are getting the all-in-one pack here… me. A funny guy facing unusual happenings, fights through it and reaches death, telling his story to you.

You are hearing a dead man's tale, at least by the time you get this message, is what I mean. You couldn't have given a dying guy his life too anyways, you have your own story and I do too… did too, I mean. Stories must be passed on for a better future, such that, someone learns from the failures. I didn't, and I hope my last message helps you learn from my failures. To reduce yours, I suppose.

I did mention something about a chaos, didn't I? You just might have heard about him, he's called Rahambose, and he has occurred now… well, technically a while ago. Like two or three decades ago, when I wasn't even born. I was the selected warrior who was supposed to stop him, but as I said, it went awry.

The thing I said before about the century, well that was just a joke of sorts, I do that a lot. Well, ignoring the stupid jokes here, I failed, and the consequence… well, life ends with doubts of the latter… it clearly sucks. That's just how it is. Guess I'll just have to… die with it *laughs*.

My jokes soothe me, when I'm the only one here. But it scares me to the core, and reminds me that… I'm the only one here. I'm sorry, too emotional when I remember them.

So, Rahambose, you must have probably heard of him as a horror bedtime story from your grandma or some other way. Mine, probably didn't know and before she could even tell me… well, maybe in the afterlife I'll settle it with her.

I'm sorry; I might just be overdoing this with the puns. I just have a starting problem where I keep dragging things around until I get comfortable enough to tell, or make the other person uncomfortable and leave.

Hoping you still didn't leave, I'll start this now, so bear with me until the end, which will be a long ride. I'm Varun, the black sheep of my own story. The warrior supposed to take down Rahambose, a guy feared even by the dragons (not me, Rahambose, duh!). So, in my defence, a human like me had no chance in this madness. I was just a college student who was pulled into this.

When you do decide on going against him, remember there are people to help you. It'll not just be upon you and only you. So, bring the team together and fight as one but not alone. People are hard to trust, just try it though; it's beautiful I tell you. My team will help you on this, if you reach out somehow to them… my Team-W.

Ok, let me start over and do this right. I'm Varun, the narrator of this long journey. And this is my story…

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