A/N: Luna here, I have not forgotten about this story! I have been pretty busy with classes so hopefully I will be posting with better frequency.
R&R and Enjoy!
Chapter 2: The Hero Prophecy
P.O.V: Chase Young
"Your Highness," a woman said as she bowed before Chase Young, ruler of the world.
"What do you want?" he asked as he glanced up from his desk and looked at the woman.
"I just thought you should know that I have heard whispers among some of the people. They speak of a prophecy. The Prophecy to be more specific ."
This was something to be concerned about. The woman before him named Wuya, had the ability to see prophecies. Finding this useful he decided to keep her. But when she had approached him about a prophecy that told of his demise he did his very best to squash down every bit of hope and fight out of the people. So that no one will rise to meet this challenge. And now, Wuya stands before him and tells him that the people know of this prophecy and know that his death is to come.
"How did they find this out, Wuya?" he asked as he rose from his seat and maneuvered his way around the desk.
"There must be another Prophet then My Lord for my allegiance is only to you," she says again.
P.O.V: Raimundo Pedrosa
Raimundo found himself in New York. It was a pain in the ass to get there but every gut feeling he had told him to go there. He had snuck into a cargo plane and managed to make it there without being caught. He had some money in his pocket and with it he managed to buy food.
He continued walking until he walked passed an alley.
"You have arrived, Warrior of the Winds," a female's voice said. He immediately recognized it as the voice from Brazil.
"Alright lady, just who the hell are you?"
"Come and I shall explain all."
"Why do you have to talk so secretly?" he asked and despite the thought that he should not be listening to this lady he went into the alley way anyway. He looked around carefully, looking for some kind of sign. He found a door and turned the handle and it opened. It was a rundown store. There was a lady standing behind a counter. Shelves were knocked down and glass littered the floor.
"Warrior of the Winds," the lady began.
"You know I have a name and it isn't 'Warrior of the Winds'. It's Raimundo."
"Very well then, Raimundo. The others are here."
"Others? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Come," she said as she led him to a back room. He carefully followed her.
"Is this the last person we were expecting?" asked a short kid that was bald.
"Yes Omi," the woman said. Raimundo looked around the room. The short kid looked like he was from Asia, maybe China; he wore a weird robe thing. Then there was another person who was much larger than himself. He had blond hair and blue eyes and wore a cowboy outfit. Rai simply raised an eyebrow towards him. Then he caught sight of the only girl in the room. She was a bit shorter than himself and looked Asian as well. She had blue eyes that shown bright, as bright as gems. She had long black hair that was loose. He was slightly entranced by her.
"Now you are all chosen individuals who will go up against Chase Young and bring an end to his reign. It may seem like an impossible feat but it has been told by a Prophet.
"I am most honored to be chosen to rid the world of Chase!" said an excited Omi.
"Hold up little man," Rai said, "Who actually believes that us four can actually take down Chase? In case you haven't noticed lady, I don't think your prophet saw but Chase rules the world. Eyes and ears everywhere."
"He does have a point there," the cowboy said with a southern drawl.
"His security systems are really tight and hard to bypass," the girl said.
"I was hoping for a bit more optimism from the Chosen Ones," the lady was disappointed.
"I don't know about anyone else here but I do know how hard it is to try to steal from them and that's extremely hard. What makes you think overthrowing would be easier?"
"And I know how his security works, it's practically impenetrable," the girl said.
P.O.V: Kimiko Tohomiko
As much as Kimiko hated accepting defeat the guy named Raimundo had a point. This was an impossible task! They had trouble sneaking and stealing from them, how the hell were they going to overthrow them?
"You all looked like you had such potential. I actually believed the Prophet that you were the Chosen Ones. But I did not anticipate this reaction," the woman said.
"Did you think that we would just go rushing off into this with nothing to help us? We have no weapons or anything to help us in the slightest, " Raimundo said angrily.
"No, of course not," someone else said. It was a male's voice.
"Who the hell are you?" Raimundo asked.
"My name is Dojo and I am the Prophet. You young man are very smart. You're very right, you need weapons to go up against Chase. And a plan. The more places you overthrow the more resources you will have. Chase has used magic to help him gain this far. So it's only fair that you fight magic with magic. You each have an affinity to an element. This can be controlled and used to help you fight. You will stay here for the night," the man named Dojo said then left. The woman followed and they were left alone in the room.
"My name is Omi," said the little kid. He looked like he was maybe 16. He seemed overly optimistic.
"I'm Clay Baily," the tall man with the cowboy hat said as he tipped his hat.
"Raimundo Pedorosa," Raimundo said. He was tan and had green eyes that reminded Kimiko of emeralds. Judging by his last name and his slight accent she guessed that he was from South America somewhere.
"Kimiko Tohomiko," Kimiko introduced. Raimundo gave her a look. A suspicious one.
"You're one of them," he said as he stepped closer to her. At first she didn't understand but then it clicked. He must know that her father is the Overlord for Tokyo.
"We do our best to try to keep things better there. We give out extra food when we can. But it was either he became that or he died and they put someone else in charge," she told him. He kept staring at her and she didn't back down from his stare.