I am a Knight? What's he talking about?
Seriously, this is getting weird.
"What are you?" I ask. "And what are you doing here?"
"It seems I forgot to introduce myself." the old man said, walking around me. "I am Eleuterius," he said, raising his staff. "I am one of the Prophets of the Trinity."
"That's funny." I say, standing up. "Because I didn't hear or see any Eleuterius in the course of Christian history. Ever!"
"There's your mistake, boy." he answered. "There are different prophets for every age. The ones you know existed during the Old and New Testaments. We are now in the NeoCentury, and I am one of them."
"Who are the others?!" I ask.
"There are so many." he answered. "Nick Vujijic. The Pope, Francis The First. And there are many who are not known, like the old days, where Prophets start from being lowly people consecrated by God..."
"You know," I say. "This doesn't make sense at all! Not at all!"
"It will, Peter." He says. "It will."
He flipped his cape, and an aura of light surrounded him.
"The grace of God lies within us all," he says. "And that grace calls unto you now. Earth is at peril, and the choice lies in your hands."
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?!"
But he was not there already, for like a bubble, he disappeared.
Oh, great. That is something out of this world. I'd say the strangeness is enveloping my whole day.
Oh, come on Peterson. Snap out of it.
Yeah, right. I will . I speak in my mind. Now, off to play Starcraft 2! And, if you may, no disturbances please.
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Ficción GeneralHi. I'm Peterson Demigillius. Normal guy. 16 years of age, and my family always has a nasty habit of leaving me alone. Now, one time I was left alone, something weird happened. An old man taking shape of a raven comes to my domain and announces that...
