They called her the Chosen One from the day she was born - some star-crossed thing bound by destiny solely for being born at exactly 11:36:42AM one year after her predecessors death. At least that's what her parents claimed, what the midwife confirmed and what was officially ruled across the lands.
But they were three seconds out.
You see, her predecessor had died locked in combat with a being known as the greatest evil of their time, one who outlived their rival by exactly three seconds. One who was reborn in the form of a baby girl whose eyes caught the sun like no others, whose smile stopped birdsong and whose laughter made flowers bloom.
Nobody realised these were not the signs of a Good Chosen One.
By the time they realised this she had already seized control of the seven kingdoms, having had her rival killed when they were a child whose predecessor began to shine through (his laughter made the rain fall and fed the plants, though it was seen as a wicked attempt to drown his home town, his touch made you feel warm and numb as he took your onto his own heart, though it was claimed he stole your life).
Still, the two were doomed to face each other as enemies for all eternity, she had the upper hand.
No matter how her eyes caught the sun and cast its searing heat onto all who displeased her, no matter how all of nature feared her attentions, no matter how the simple sound of her laughter forced the plants to age and die in a single breath, her people loved her still.
She was their Chosen One.
But they were three seconds out.
You see, her predecessor had died locked in combat with a being known as the greatest evil of their time, one who outlived their rival by exactly three seconds. One who was reborn in the form of a baby girl whose eyes caught the sun like no others, whose smile stopped birdsong and whose laughter made flowers bloom.
Nobody realised these were not the signs of a Good Chosen One.
By the time they realised this she had already seized control of the seven kingdoms, having had her rival killed when they were a child whose predecessor began to shine through (his laughter made the rain fall and fed the plants, though it was seen as a wicked attempt to drown his home town, his touch made you feel warm and numb as he took your onto his own heart, though it was claimed he stole your life).
Still, the two were doomed to face each other as enemies for all eternity, she had the upper hand.
No matter how her eyes caught the sun and cast its searing heat onto all who displeased her, no matter how all of nature feared her attentions, no matter how the simple sound of her laughter forced the plants to age and die in a single breath, her people loved her still.
She was their Chosen One.
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