No one was worried about the Unimaginable Evil. Everyone knew how it worked. The Good Prophet would make a Great Prophecy and name a Grand Champion before passing on. The Champion would go on the Journey to find some other relic or treasure with a capital letter. There would be a duel, or a battle, or even a war if the Evil was feeling particularly, well, evil. Then the Champion would smite, banish, or otherwise rid the world of the Evil and everyone would be on their merry way. No one was worried about the 27th rise of the Unimaginable Evil.
So it was unfortunate that Stick, the 27th Champion, wasn't, in fact, the hero of the Prophecy. Stick wasn't chosen by the Prophet before he died. he wasn't prepared for a Journey, he didn't know where the Relic was, and the Evil terrified him beyond belief. Things were not going very merry and everyone should've been worried about the 27th rise of the Unimaginable Evil.
It isn't by chance that each time I step out of my house the disaster police takes a toll on me.
It isn't by chance that every loose pin decides to tangle with my shirt and I end up coming home like a Hunger games victim.
It isn't by chance that the sprinkler system magically turns on when I am around and I have to walk to school like a scuba diver.
It isn't by chance that it decides to rain when I forget to take my keys
It isn't by chance that my best friend decided to spray paint 'bitch' in my locker - when the last time I checked I wasn't a female dog.
I thought Angels were Zen, controlled ,kind, supernatural creatures who had dazzling bright smiles and white glowing wings with a magic wand to accessorize it.
What I didn't expect was The
Controller of My Fate to be a arrogant jerk who could drown himself in the ocean of vanity and still couldn't get enough of himself
And to top it off, I certainly didn't think I had to live with him
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