A True Hero

Prologue

"Red," I cried, gasping. The others turned and looked at me. "The rivers will run red with blood!"

My knees gave way and I collapsed, the world turning a creamy white. Arthur rushed over to me, holding my trembling hand.

"What else?" he pleaded.

"Red with the blood of the just," I coughed. I couldn't control my mind any longer. My distorted vision became clear, revealing a bloody battleground and the shrieks of thousands. "The cries of the wounded will sound like thunder. All hope will seem lost, but a savior will come. One created at the hands of the enemy. One who is kind, just, and innocent. One with the skills of a thousand soldiers, but the will of a babe." The scene changed to a peaceful mushroom-like house under a tree. A small creature appeared in front of me, cocking his head in confusion. It was odd, for the figures of the future never noticed my presence.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the feeling was gone. My vision of the present returned, and I saw my friends huddled around me. Meta Knight's eyes were a pearly white in shock. I relaxed my tense body and looked up into the clear, starry sky. Such peace could not possibly give way to such violence. "It will happen soon," I said, tracing the sky. Hercules gleamed, his weapon raised high above his head. "Be ready."