Fantasy, Flash Fiction

The Chosen One

So there I was, minding my business when this guy shows up asking if I want power. I knew enough from my aunt, the local crazy lady, to refuse. But this guy kept bothering me, so I caved.

Big mistake.

Turns out, the guy’s a sorcerer, and I’m some Chosen One.

Now, I’m here, standing in front of some stupid dragon, using my power to slay it.

Today is not my day.

Oh. Great. Now I’ve been eaten. Can someone get my aunt? I think she has a magic sword in her closet. I could really use it right now.

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