This week's microfiction is a 70-word story about the Chosen One.
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Chosen
I am the Chosen One, destined to save my people from the Darkness. This has been known since my birth. Today, I fulfill my destiny.
With a sword blessed by virgin priestesses, I bid farewell to the priests who raised me and head to the stone altar in the west. One final priest awaits.
“Has your soul been cleansed?” His voice is hard like the altar.
“It has.”
“Then go forth and meet the Darkness. May you be victorious.”
He plunges a dagger into me, then lays me on the altar, sword in hand to arm me in the afterlife.
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Damn, I love this subversion of the chosen one as a sacrificial lamb!! Great job
We were in the House of Wizards. Allie had wanted to look around to see if there were any collectibles. As we walked around, past all the Harry Potter collections, Allie noticed a ring that she thought was different and interesting.
The store manager came over. “Interesting choice,” he said a little too enthusiastically.
“Why?” Allie inquired.
“It is invisible to most people. Only the chosen ones can see it.”