Omen

An encampment awaits me. There’s a lonesome shelter and a man in dark robes is
seated by the flame. As I approach he stands to face me…
«This was coming for some time now.» The man utters quietly, «You are the only
one who can defeat tyranny.»
«What do I have to do with this ordeal? Why must I be the one to slay the god?»
«You are born of divine energy containing concealed power, locked away.
«he reveals
«How can I believe in what you say when I don’t even know where I am?
I must return home.»
«The evil ones have overflowed into your utopia only you are kept safe in your
dream state. You are the survivor of the apocalypse.»
I have a realization of what he speaks, if what he says is true then I must
continue. From the slumber I wake to a village aflame. The man’s prophecy came
to be
«This was coming for some time now,» the man’s voice echoes in my brain.
As I stare into the pile of the scorched inhabitants. What do I have to do
with this ordeal? Why must I be the one to slay the god? Evil flame burning me,
only fire I can see, so I sit upon the ground seeming like eternity.
I let go from my soul, I let evil take control and I become the fire
The uncanny churning in my stomach grows, as the storm puts out the flame.
Lying before me in the charred pile in front of which I stand a familiar face.
The face of my one and only love is staring back at me lifeless.
Anger grows in me. I am left with no other choice, now I know this is my
destiny