you are a soldier, with your war tribe, you roam the different lands for what they call “the prophecy“ its a magical being, you find this unbelieveably stupid, but atlas, your destiny is to follow, the sun rises and you walk out your tent, your friend Jazmin, follows

Jazmin: weathers lovely ay’? perfect day to search for the “prophecy“!

you roll your eyes “you really believe that?“

Jazmin: eh, just following our cheif, now lets go search

you roll your eyes as she drags you along