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The world waited for any news on their hero, their chosen one to escape, or maybe even defeat the infamous, Doctor Richard Puriel. Prophets and people alike sat with bated breath. 

Dr. Puriel had tortured the entire continent for ten years. He was an ultra millionaire who’s money and the power that money had given him, had gone to his head. Using his money he had opened up a ‘new science research facility’. In that facility he ran an underground kidnapping and testing group. He took random people off the streets, people he deemed wouldn’t be missed or looked for. Once he got those people, he had his scientists run experiments on them, trying to find out if there was any way to create the ability to prophesize in people not naturally born with the ability. Many prophets were experimented on to see what gave them the ability. 

The prophet community was already low before Dr. Puriel started kidnapping members. The more time went on, the fewer prophets there were left. If Dr. Puriel wasn’t stopped soon, prophets would disappear from the continent all together. 

Years before The Puriel Co. debacle even started, a high priest of the prophet council made a prophecy.  The prophecy had read “In the darkest hour, the one called right will change the heart of the pure”.

Jack Wright ended up being the hero that had been prophesied to save them. 

Since most weapons were outlawed due to there being such a surplus of prophetic warning about unjust violence with them, only oddball weapons remained not outlawed. The most popular and common to have in the day and age, swords. 

The prophecy was given a sword to align with it and whoever was brave enough, or dumb enough, to pick it up would be the chosen one. Jack was the first, and only, one dumb enough, brave enough, and cocky enough to even unter the temple where the sword was kept. Of course he also might not have been aware what it was to begin with, he was new to the area. Honestly, looking back on it, he definitely did not know what he was getting into. 

From the time Jack picked up the sword on the Prime Minister of the United Continents, also known as the Prime Minister of Earth, took up young Jack’s case and became his self proclaimed mentor. 

Now, flash forward two years the world holds its breath as new helicopters circle the entrance of the underground layer of Puriel. The Prime Minister’s car lets him off about 200 yards from the entrance so when Jack eventually resurfaces he can greet him and drive him to the conference panels and interviews that were already phoning in times to meet the poor sap. 

The door of the layer bangs open and the silhouette of a man holding a severed head in hand and sword resting across their shoulders steps into the light of day. 

Jack Wright throws the slack jawed head of Former Doctor Richard Puriel at the Prime Minister’s feet, “Fuck being the Chosen One”. 

Jack walked back into the layer and slammed the door, never to be seen again.

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Hey guys, so sometimes I like writing things and I figured, might as well just throw them up here on my tadbits account. Now if this sucks, whatever it sucks, I’m just having fun lol. If you have any constructive criticism always feel free to send me a message. 

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I love most of Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye open word poetry! here are two of my favorites – its is a prefect way to end the nite <3 Origin Story & When Love Arrives