The Prophecy (The Pack Minecraft FanFic)

There is a Prophecy. Jerome has known about it all his life; was taught about it all his life. He hates it.

He hates that the Mutant Kingdom has to play nice with humans now that the Prophecy is happening.

He hates that blond brat, with his loud weird accented voice and cheeky jokes. (The Prophecy calls him The Blur.)

He hates that skinny brunet always sticking to his side, always looking at Jerome with an ugly glare on his face. (The Prophecy calls him The Blade.)

He hates that human prince, who's probably spoiled and dumb and going to end up as dead weight. (The Prophecy calls him The Bright.)

He hates that freckled man, with his shiny chocolate eyes and reckless flirting. (The Prophecy calls him The Bow.)

He hates that he has to rule his kingdom now that his parents died in that explosion, in that execution: a declaration of war. (The Prophecy calls him The Berserker.)

He hates what the Prophecy means for his little brother, hidden away for fitting into the Prophecy's tragedy too well.

(And as the Blaze burns the light out of milky-white eyes,
he shall fall, captured by the cold of ice.)

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There is a Prophecy. Jerome will do whatever it takes to save the last of his family from it.