This wasn't supposed to happen. No, you were the chosen one. This kingdom relied on you, the sole hero of this twisted tale. You were supposed to kill the villain. You were supposed to be granted powers beyond imagination when you picked up that sword.

But now, standing in front of the so-called sword, nothing happened. No powers were granted to you. You weren't special, and the sword was nothing but a worthless piece of metal.

Somehow worse than that, your 'best friend', Kieren, stood before you, with a knife to your throat.

"It's a shame, really," he said to you, a mock sense of pity in his voice. "I thought you really did have a gift. Turns out I was wrong. We were all wrong. And I have no use for you anymore."

But this wasn't Kieren, and you knew it. You knew he was lying.