Prophecies

“A man, with resolve of stone

Shall depose the evil on a corrupt throne

In its lair, evil will be struck dead

Return in glory, the hero with its head.”

I studied the prophecy for most of my life. It was why I joined the seminary. Prophecies have so many possible interpretations, it can take a lifetime to understand fully. By the time its meaning revealed itself to me, all became clear.

A heretic sect of The Faith had gained influence as I made my way through the ranks of the church. With the location of their main temple and my ascension to rank of Sanctus Equite, I led the Warriors of the Holy Truth to the evil lair. We fell upon them as a wave crashing to shore. When it was over, I claimed the head of their leader, removing him from his throne of lies.

Showered with praise upon my return, I was pronounced as “God’s Chosen.” Within a matter of years, I was elevated to the highest office of The Faith. I had fulfilled the prophecy and upheld my oaths. I crushed the dissent of heretic sects and restored peace through fear of God.

Now I sit here on my throne, using what could be my last moments, writing this on the arm of my office’s throne to preserve my story. The heretics, that I took pride in eradicating, have stormed my palace. The heathen fools proclaim that I, of all people, am the evil on a corrupt throne, oppressing the people with fear and judgement. They pledge to strike my dead in this very office and cut the head from my shoulders.

They are almost through the doors. My Warriors of the Holy Truth will and I will not make it easy for them, but if the worst should happen, tell the people, whomever may find this, that

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