First King of Earth

First King of Earth

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On Earth he was no one. Just a normal teen that went day to day trying to make money and get a little further in life. This teen was only good at two things, video games and learning. Terrible candidate to save an entire race, right? How bad could one mission be? Not like it's somewhere completely different than the world he knew. Forget the normal packs of wolves or large carnivorous plants, things that pick those out of their teeth will be trying to get a bite of him. Weston Garvey is brought to a different world. One that is dying and he is their only chance. He was chosen because of his scores of Kombat online. He only wants to go home, how is a gaming nerd going to save a whole planet? With only one chance at picking someone to help, why is someone so normal or even less than normal, chosen for this? His biggest fears will have to be faced, and no I don't mean of women or social events, things that make your skin crawl or shiver with fear.
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What's not enough for one, too much for three, and just right for two? A secret. But you know teenagers. We tend to break or bend the rules. In this case, three is just right for the secret that these highschoolers hold. Facit autem virtus nostra nos. Our power makes us one. "So, what am I?" "We, we don't know. We're still trying to figure that out." And with that, he got up and left the room. Swirling his coat behind him, leaving us to deal with this information. I felt as if I had just been slapped directly in the face with a frying pan. What do you mean you don't know what I am? As if I'm some sort of alien creature or something that's going extinct. I'm not a creature to be classified. Yet that was how I felt.

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