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The chosen one (in reply to The Stovohobo Inspirer, great idea btw!!!)

James’s large frightened eyes traveled slowly around the room. The creatures, some sitting on chairs, others reclining on a sofa, were all watching him intently.

“But why me?”, he asked in a squeeky voice.

“You are the son of Parcelonus, the one who won us The Great War.”, said one of the creatures.

Many of them were elves, while others included dwarves, griffins and centaurs. Not exactly creatures, but they seemed so very strange in the 15-year-old’s eyes.

“Trouble arises as quickly as the sun comes up. Your father had been away for more than 12 years, and you’re the only heir we know of. Come, the war won’t wait.”

“What war? I didn’t hear about any war.”

“It is far away, on the planet Scarlyn. It’s nearly 25 light years from here, orbiting the star Vega. We’re not sure where your father is, but we are in desperate need of help, and you’re our only hope.”

“But why me? I dont have any special powers.”

“That’s what your father said.” a dwarf said, grinning.

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