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The Chosen One – A Short Story

I apologize for the lack of updates lately.  I have three stories in the works, but can’t seem to get them done.  Here’s an odd little concept that’s been bouncing around in my head for while though.

The Chosen One.  It was said that a woman child would be chosen by the goddess to defeat the demon, a woman that would be the demon’s polar opposite.  It was said that she, herself, would be a dichotomy.  She would be born with hair the scarlet of flames and eyes the color of ice, she would be gentle and compassionate but deadly in battle, small and weak but strong and deadly.

Thasrie shifted in her saddle.  Eighteen years of non-stop training.  All the signs had pointed to her, all the efforts of her people had been poured into her and now was the time.  Chaste and pure as the virgin snow, her life had been dedicated to knowledge and comabat.  She had won the Underblade armor; gleaming steel armor forged by forgotten dwarves.  She had retrieved the Waveripper blade; a sword forged by the sirens of the north sea.  And with it all, she carried the hopes and dreams of her people.

Below her, the demon and its army tore into their forces.  Soldiers from her own kingdom fought side by side with the northern barbarians; savages known for their viciousness in battle and ability to sail through the most harsh seas.

The demon, fifteen feet tall and burning with the fires of the fifteen hells, lashed out at the soldiers with its blackened iron sword.  Their armor was useless, it crumpled before the beast’s onslaught.  Men were scattered like so many leaves before the typhoon of the monster.  As the body-count grew, Thasrie tapped her horse in the haunches, urging it forward.

“It’s time for this evil to fall,” she announced to her comrade.

On her left, the Knight Captain Chelter nodded.  He had been her constant companion throughout her life; training her, educating her and protecting her.  He was tall, quiet and stunningly handsome.  A true noble knight, his only goals were honor and duty.

Drawing her blade, The Chosen One lowered the visor on her helmet and they charged into the battle.  The Waveripper blade tore through the loose hides that the ogre soldiers wore, one after another they fell before the woman and Knight Captain.  As she cut a swath through the beasts to their demon leader, the young woman managed to see more movement out of the corner of her eye.

Turning, she saw a barbarian woman likewise charging toward the demon.  Her people where not known for their equestrian skills, but she guided the massive warhorse expertly.  Buxom with child-bearing hips, the large woman was filthy and her long blond hair was twisted in knots.  She wore the simple leather armor of her people and brandished a massive great-sword common to the barbarian warriors.  She charged past some ogres and mowed down others, her target being the demon in the center of the fray.

Thasrie smiled.  The poor woman.  She was overcome with the bravado of her people and would be cut down just as the soldiers had been.

Driving forward, Thasrie and her companion continued slicing through the wall of ogres.  One after another collapsed under the blade until the demon was in sight … and the barbarian woman!

Hopping onto her destrier’s saddle, the filthy woman with her chipped sword held the reins as the demon swung at her.  At the last moment, she jumped.  Clearing the attack, she brought her own massive sword around.  With a Valkyrie scream, she cut through the neck of the beast, sending its head flying as she tumbled to the ground herself.

Dead?  The demon’s body collapsed and quivered in the stunned silence of everyone on the battlefield.  It … it was dead.

But it couldn’t have been!  The barbarian wasn’t the Chosen One.  She … she was just a filthy savage!  Probably not even a virgin!

As the woman stood up and dusted herself, Thasrie approached her, “How … how did you ..?”

“Chopped ‘is ‘ead off din’t I?” the woman chuckled.

As the Knight Captain next to her dismounted, Thasrie lifted her visor in confusion, “But nobody but the Chosen One could kill it,” she said in a stunned mumble.  “I … the goddess picked me.”

Watching the Knight Captain take off his helmet, the barbarian woman snickered, “‘ell princess, yer goddess,” she turned and sneered at the young woman, “was wrong.”

Grabbing the blond man by the collar of his armor, the woman laughed, “Dumb gods, always talkin’ crap.  No good ta anyone.”

“What … now?” the dumbfounded Thasrie stammered as the ogres quietly dispersed and the barbarian horde cheered their victory.

Pulling the knight to her, the barbarian woman kissed him roughly on the mouth, “Ya go back ta princessin’.  We’re gonna celebrate ain’t we gorgeous?” she smiled at the handsome man.

Turning away and dragging the stunned knight behind her, the barbarian woman laughed, “I’ma be yer goddess ta’night boy.  I’ma make ya call me momma.”

The Chosen One could only watch as the filthy savage stole her glory away.

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Dang Ogres

Who would have thought that fairies were candy fiends?  Atheara sat next to Kevin in the squad car, happily enjoying her crunchy chocolate bars, as the vehicle drove them to their next murder site.

… All twelve chocolate bars.

The worst part was the munching.  Munch, munch, crunch.  Crackle, crumple, tear.  Munch, munch …

She was insatiable!  It was like she hadn’t eaten in months.

Atheara swallowed as the PC on her wrist went off.  She was glowing purple that day and a flood of pink, glowing particles scattered off of her as she tapped the personal computer.

As a holographic report appeared in front of her she said, “So I got to thinking about our dwarf.  Dwarves don’t get allergic reactions, so I had the gore-bots run another toxicology report.”

Gore-bots was the affectionate name for the robots that scanned murder sites.  They had to record all of the gore for the detectives, thus the name Gore-bots.

Kevin rolled his eyes, “But if he was infected with lycanthropy, he would react to silver.”

Pointing at the report, she nodded, “Yep, but according to the curse scan … no lycanthropy AND … look at this.”

Pointing at some bone scans she smiled, “His middle fingers were cut short and then healed.  There’s the scar tissue.”

Kevin leaned in, “Hmm … good work.  I was wrong.  So we’re looking at a mage killer?”

Looking closely at the report, he saw that Dwaldin Vtharth was a jeweler from Times Square.  Before he could read any more, the front wall to the bank they were passing exploded.

Something huge slammed into the squad car, throwing it sideways and causing the safety foam to erupt inside.

“Holy fuck!” Kevin barked as the car came to a stop on its roof.

Wet and frazzled, he staggered out of the damaged vehicle to find that his fairy partner was sitting on one of the tires on top of the overturned car.  Dang fairies.  Dragging himself to the front of the car, he saw what had hit them.  A massive ogre was picking itself up off the asphalt.  Broad and powerful with green skin and a bald head, the beast roared, focusing back on something at the bank.

Turning his head to the building, Kevin watched a huge troll burst through the hole in the wall and return the roar.  Dressed in a rent-a-cop uniform, the monster’s grey skin glinted in the sunlight.  Easily as broad as the ogre, the troll’s arms hung to his knees and were as big around as his waist.  He had huge tusks and his hair was shaved on the sides and braided in the back.

Impacting each other like angry buffalo, the giant-kin rained punches into each other.  The detective could almost feel the impact from the blows.  Both beasts were insanely powerful and their kinds were known for being dangerously short-fused.

Looking at the holographic map of the city from her PC, Atheara commented, “Getting in the middle of that would be hazardous to our health.  We’ve got containment on the way.  And it seems someone is running out of the Museum of Natural History with something.”

The ogre ducked under a punch from the troll and picked it up.  It turned and drove the troll through the bottom of the squad car sending metal pieces flying and a dazed detective rolling to the ground.

Looking up Kevin noticed that the fairy had popped up next to him, still studying her PC, “That was close.  Boy those guys are strong,” she noted distractedly.

While the troll tore into the car, bending the metal out of the way so it could get up, the ogre rushed to a street sign and ripped it out of the ground.  Just as the first beast freed itself, the green behemoth charged it, brandishing its new weapon.  Like a linebacker tackling a running back, the troll put his shoulder into the ogre’s gut, stopping the assailant in mid stride.  He lifted the monster into the air and slammed it into the street with such force that the ground shook under Kevin and the asphalt fractured around the ogre.

“Our troll friend there is Fraaphknot and I I.D.’d our ogre as Grolf Skullsmasher,” the fairy continued.  “Grolf has a pretty long rap sheet, mostly assault charges.”

“And Fraaphknot there is a former Marine, Force Recon,” Kevin noted, standing up and dusting himself off as the troll staggered back a few steps.

“How did you know!?” Atheara gasped, pulling up the troll’s records.  “You don’t even …”

“Look at the tattoo on his neck,” Kevin pointed, “That’s the Force Reconnaissance emblem.”

“Oh,” the fairy sighed, closing her holographic pad.  “Here come the people in the bank.”

A flood swarmed around the big troll as he straightened his uniform amid the calls of the containment squad vehicles arriving.  With claps on his broad back and cheers and thanks, the monster lumbered back to his post, seemingly unconcerned with the previous events.

“Let the containment squad handle the clean up,” Kevin offered, tapping his own PC to get a ride back to the station, “We’re gonna be late getting to the power plant.”

*  *  *

Leaving the Brooklyn West Family Center with a can of beans, Fraaphknot tucked his uniform into a plastic bag.  He would need to get it cleaned.  Damn ogre.  That meant another few weeks living under the Brooklyn Bridge until he could afford an apartment.  Stopping next to a man who sat with his back against the wall of an alley, the troll took a moment to look at the can of beans in his hand.  Handing it to the man, he continued toward the bridge.

Rats again for dinner.


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