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Synopsis

All Thaddeus wants is a normal peaceful life but it seems life has other plans.

When the voice emerged from within head, Thaddeus tried to make do with it. However, when a mysterious sword appears in his life, he quickly finds out that he simply can't run and pretend anymore.

Now he must set off on a quest to pass the unachievable trials. Does he have the heart to pass or will he break under the pressure of the foreboding trials?

Prologue

He was running as fast as he could. His red robes flapped behind him as he went from corridor to corridor. He still couldn't believe what had happened. Nothing like that has ever happened while he has been in the Temple of the Seven. He may still be new compared to the others but he knew that being one of the Seven Sages would bring divinity into his life. He just didn't expect to what level this divinity would be. He turned a corner and found the person he was seeking at the other end of the corridor.

"Master Sage!" He called out. The Master Sage stopped in his tracks and faced the racing boy. He was not much older from the newest sage, perhaps a few years to the boy's eighteen. When the young sage finally reached the Master Sage, he bent over with his hands on his knees as he panted from his run across the entire temple.

"What is wrong, young one?" The Master Sage asked after the breathless sage failed to speak. "If you will please, I have other matters I must attend to."

"Master Sage," Began the boy, recovering his breath as he tried to finish his message. "The Chamber of Prophecy."

"What about the Chamber?"

"You must come, Master." The young sage tells him. "You have to see."

"See what, child?"

"There's a new prophecy." The boy finally reveals. The color drains from the older sage's face. A new prophecy is exactly what the Master Sage does not need at this time.

"Tell me everything." He commanded as he and the young sage raced back to the Chamber of Prophecy.

"I was cleaning the chamber as I had been instructed to, I was near finished, when the whole chamber was engulfed in a brilliant light. I shielded my eyes and when I dared reopen them, the chamber was different. The walls were polished anew as well as the floors. The weathered writing was refined once more," The boy informs before glancing back to the older sage. "And a new prophecy was transcribed upon the Wall of Man."

The Master became pensive at the reveal. A prophecy brings its own qualms, he knew for a fact as he was facing the qualms for another. Both sages turned the final corner and the Chamber of Prophecy loomed ahead of them. The Master Sage couldn't help but be filled with a sense of dread. Even without seeing the new prophecy he sensed that his quest - his mission for the realm itself - hinged on the outcome of this new prophecy.

The older sage came to a stop in front of the Wall of Man while the younger one remained a few steps back. He read the prophecy once, twice- three times when he threw his head towards the heavens and sent a prayer to the Creator.

Our beloved Creator, why choose me for this quest only to make it extremely difficult to execute?

Any can fill this role but only one can be worthy of the role. Answered a familiar voice he knew to be the Creator's. You must find the one, Jeremiah.

"Master Sage?" Called out the novice sage. "What does this mean?"

"This means, young one, that this is the trials that must be faced." Explained the Master Sage. Jeremiah, the First Sage, spun on his heels and marched out of the Chambers with his newest member in tow. "We must go. There is no time to waste."