The Prophecy (The Pack Minecraft FanFic)

The Prophecy (The Pack Minecraft FanFic)

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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.) ----- There is a Prophecy. Jerome will do whatever it takes to save the last of his family from it.
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Lost, not knowing where to go, or where his path led, he walked. For his age, none of what he did or said should've been possible, for he was merely a year old. In his time at least. See, he's a lava creeper. They mature 6 times slower than humans, and the humans believed him to be a six year old. Not yet knowing his purpose, or even if he had one in the first place, he watched humans from his meadow, trying to learn from them and grow literal that way. By the time he learned the English language fluently enough to speak clearly, he had already learned to write left handed by watching a left handed merchant. Without him realizing it though, the King's son and his friends had watched the little creeper, trying to figure out what he was doing every day. By the time he was literate and could write, his mother forbade him from leaving home. She disliked the humans greatly, and wished her son would not go near them. He stayed home a while, but got restless quickly, and slipped out. He watched the humans again, and was caught... Follow this young creeper's journey, and find out what happened to him! Thank you Livvie for the title, it was an immense help!

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