A Curse Of Twisted Lies

Princess Amara🏰🏰

      
             The friends huddled around a crackling fire in a cozy nook of the witch's cottage,

the weight of the scroll's revelation settling in.
Lyra, ever the pragmatist, took charge. "Okay, so apparently, we were all legendary warriors in this past life, and Daniel—" she shot him a pointed look, "was some kind of royal goofball."
Daniel, still wrestling with the whole prince thing, mumbled, "Hey! I resent that. Goofy, maybe. But definitely not a ruler."
Kaleen, the drama queen, sighed dramatically. "This is all so fantastical! Imagine, us, as powerful heroes! Though, being a princess would have been more my style."

Rebekah, the optimist, nudged Kaleen. "Don't worry, Kaleen, I'm sure you'll get your chance to wear a sparkly tiara during one of these challenges."
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from outside the cottage. General Marcus, his face flushed and uniform askew, stumbled through the doorway.
"There you are!" he boomed, his voice strained. "These people… they… well, it's a situation."
The friends exchanged nervous glances. "A situation, huh?" Maria, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. "What kind of situation requires a general with a suspicious amount of glitter clinging to his beard?"
Marcus sputtered. "Glitter? Nonsense! I was merely… inspecting the troops. Yes, troop inspection. Very important."
Lyra, stifling a laugh, leaned towards Daniel. "Looks like your predecessor isn't exactly setting the bar high for leadership, is he?"
Daniel, suddenly struck with an idea, straightened his back and cleared his throat. "Ahem, everyone, gather around!"
The friends and a bewildered Marcus looked at him expectantly. Daniel, channeling his inner (slightly goofy) prince, puffed out his chest.
"As your fearless leader—"
Kaleen snorted. "Fearless? You tripped over a shoelace this morning."
Undeterred, Daniel continued, his voice gaining a touch of authority (or at least, what he hoped sounded like authority). "We have a situation at hand. General Marcus, a report, if you will?"
Marcus, still flustered, stammered, "Report, sir? Right. Uh, the troops… they seem to think you're the new general. Apparently, a prophecy involving four heroes and a sparkly comet doing the rounds."
The friends burst into laughter. Here they were, a dentist, a drama queen, a skeptic, and an optimist, mistaken for legendary heroes. This whole situation was just too absurd.
Wiping a tear from her eye, Rebekah chimed in. "Well, maybe we can work with this. We just need to act the part, right? How hard can it be to be a general?"
Daniel, a flicker of worry in his eyes, adjusted his imaginary crown (courtesy of Kaleen's ever-present prop box).