[Oddsville]

Sorry for taking to long to response, and Im sorry for chapter 2. I thought It was alittle boring. I hope this chapter is alittle bit better than the last, and I promise you that the rest of the chapters from now on will be alot better!

Chapter 3:

“What!?”

I said as everyone turned there attention to me. I started becoming nervous, I
didn’t want to be a chosen one. I kept saying “no, it can’t be true” to myself but as
I looked at everyones eyes, staring at me with wonder I started to realize it was
true, I was the chosen one.

“You young boy, are him.”

“No!, are you sure?”

“Yes... it is you...”

Desperatly trying to draw attention away from myself I shouted...

“What about the Mudokon!”

For a moment everyone took their eyes off me and stared at the limp body of a
Mudokon. The prophet stared at me for a couple more seconds then returned his
gaze to the injured Mudokon. I watched in awe as he put his hand over the chest of
the Mudokon and closed his eyes. He started chanting quietly to himself, and I
noticed instantly that all the wounds on the Mudokon where disappearing. After
about ten seconds all the wounds where gone but there where still some bruises.

“We need to get this one some water.” said the prophet,

Everyone started whispering to themselvs as a couple of other slaves went off to
retrieve some water. Noticing my window of escape ready, I quietly snuck away to
a quiet part of the prison cell. I looked at my birthmark angerly and started to ask
myself why? Then out of rage I desperatley tried to scratch my birthmark off, as I
did I started to feel a stinging on the claw I was scratching my birthmark with and
quickly pulled it away. But the stinging didn’t stop, it just grew more and more
until I couldn’t bear it.

“Trying to get rid of the mark I see.”

I quickly looked up and when I did the stinging instantly stopped. But the stinging
was the least of worries at that moment, I was staring into the face of the prophet.

“I know it’s scary, not knowing if you can live up to the name of a legend, not
knowing if you can be a good leader. Trust me, if my prophecies are correct you
should be a perfect leader. But if you want to change history you must listen to
what I tell you and do it when I tell you, the choice is yours, do you want to be a
hero? or be a slave for the rest of your life?”

I paused thinking.

“Well... do you?”

I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused, what made me special. There were
plenty of other better, stronger, and wiser characters than me... heck even Blitz my
best friend was stronger than me.

“Will Blitz be able to travel with me?”

“Son... that is up to you. If he does travel with you there will be much more
tougher choices in the future.”

When the prophet said that millions more questions went through my head. I
started to sweat and the pain in my left arm began again, it instantly started
growing stronger and stronger untill I wanted to scream! But... when I looked at
the prophet once more the pain went away, and I quickly started to calm down.

“ Well boy, you must make the decision now and quickly. Do you or do you not
want become a leader, lead a rebellion, and possibly change history forever...?”

“Yes!” I said without thinking

“Good, then you must do exactly what I say, and do it fast!”

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