"You," the sage said, his voice low and commanding. "You are the one. The chosen hero, destined to save our world from the darkness that threatens to consume it."
The young lad steeled himself, determination burning within his heart. "I will not falter," he said, his voice firm.
The town of Alcamoth was bustling with excitement. It had been years since the prophecy had been spoken, years since the people had been told that a hero would rise to save the world from the clutches of evil. And now, finally, that hero had been chosen.