I used to be friends with the chosen one. He died. Evil rules our world now.
I escaped from that world and went back to the world I used to call home. It isn't home anymore though; I live on the street, I chose your doorway to sleep in, I hope you don't mind. I'm not safe. Not even here, the evil forces are after all those who escaped. I spend my days travelling between places trying not to be seen. At night I sit in a doorway and look up, I get reminded of the old man's eyes as they twinkled like the stars, which I now see every night. I can't help but wonder if you didn't die- the chosen one wouldn't have.
I hardly sleep, how can I? Your doorway is dark, murky and dirty, by far the worst I have ever slept on. I shouldn't get mad at you, but I can't help it. I went begging today and all you did was smile sweetly, like that toad woman I used to know. I wasn't asking for frankincense or myrrh, or a miracle. I know a miracle will never happen, in the old world or here, the chosen one was everyone's last hope. All I wanted was change! But that was too much to ask for.
I stopped. I hear an all too familiar sound. The evil had found me. I could hear their almost silent whispers and footsteps. They were lions hunting their prey- I was the prey. I slowly stood up from your doorway, I couldn't breathe. I crept out of your yard, and down the street. I stopped. The ground thundered. They were getting closer, ever so close. I decided to make a run for it. I ran and ran and ran, but they were still following me. I should have fought them. I slowed down; I thought they had given up. I was wrong. They grabbed me. I struggled, but I couldn't keep the darkness from creeping up on me. It smothered me…
I used to be friends with the chosen one. He died. I died too. Evil no longer rules our world.
