The Chosen OneA Story by Fin Buckley"I am no hero."A child stands before a
crowd, Small and feeble amongst
the giants Of adulthood.
The people have offered
up a sword, Ancient, yet without
rust, For the child to wield on
their adventure To cast evil from all the
lands.
“I don’t think I’m ready
for this,” They mutter meagerly, And a voice from the
heavens Is gently cast Upon the ears of the
tyke.
“No one is ever ready,” The sweet voice assures. A small hand reaches for
the hilt, But stops short.
“This isn’t the job of a
child. I am no Chosen One, I am
me. Nothing more, nothing
less.” The child grimaces, hand
retreating From the relic and
pointing Into the crowd.
“I am no savior. I am no
hero. I am no champion of the
people; I will not play the role
of a pawn. You have aged with
strength and wisdom, Cast out the evil
yourselves. This is a crisis that
started with you And should end the same.” The child turns on their heel and leaves. © 2017 Fin BuckleyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 15, 2017 Last Updated on May 15, 2017 AuthorFin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..Writing
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