The Liberator

The Chosen One

"What?!" A shadow appears in the doorway of the church, and my captor snaps, so I become silent. A cold wet feeling washes over me as my captor leads me closer to the church, and the shadow. We only made it a couple of feet, when my captor waved his hand, and I became in control again, but I was suddenly overcome with a sick feeling that caused me to convulse on the ground and throw up. My captor's eyes widened as the shadow drifted out of the church and towards me. The shadow was the most evil-looking thing I've ever seen in my life. It had glowing red eyes and a ghost-like black shadow-body. Its mouth was full of sharp white teeth that were glinting in an evil grin. It came closer and closer to me until it stopped a few feet away. My captor's eyes were filled with fear, but he kept himself together. The shadow floated closer, and suddenly a fiery feeling erupted in my stomach, and I flew up, backward, into the air, floating-ish. Red, blue, and black energy-beam-things surrounded the shadow demon. It shrieked in agony as the energy beams sucked it into a portal of fire. After this, I fell from my "floating". About six or seven feet. I would have died or at least gotten seriously injured, if my captor had not caught me, and set me on the ground. After doing that, he severed my shackles off with a lightning blade, he apparently pulled out of thin air. Then, after dissolving the blade, he knelt on the ground before me, saying,

"Please forgive me, Ash, for mistreating you. You are the chosen one." I was confused.

"Uh-well, I forgive you, now get off the ground. You've got some explaining to do." He stood up, and I looked him in the eye. Well, I had to look up, he was about five inches taller than me.

"First of all, my name's Ashton. Only my friends call me Ash." He looked down.

"I apologize, Ashton," he said sarcastically, then, "I'm Jagger."

"Okay, Jagger, what's with all this 'chosen one' stuff?"

"There is a legend, though I've only heard about it, that one day, a chosen one, who has the power of the three elements; blood, water, and daemon, which is the substance some demons originated from, that will liberate us from our demon masters and free us from Lucifer, whom some of us have either been sentenced or sacrificed to serve. You have the power of the three elements, so you must be the chosen one!" I'm at a loss for words.

"How-wha-huh? But I'm a-a human." Jagger shakes his head.

"According to the legend, you're part daughter of blood, part daughter of water, and part daughter of daemon. You might look human, but you are not, in any case, human." He shrugs.

"Then again, I'm not human either." His hand suddenly morphs into a bird claw, then a wolf paw, then back to a human hand.

"I'm a shifter."