yeah woohoo finished this one
wow this chapter was supposed to be longer and it should have been chapter 4
well to me this story is turning out way better than I anticipated and I hope some of you like the series already
In this chapter: I give you a conflict and dont worry I will add another one, I think my dialogue is awesome,
also I really try to work on adding the character’s feelings
please tell me what you think(comments and suggestions)(dont be too harsh I thought this was spectacular and you should _ro_t P_g_ it, yay fill in the blanks if u r smart then u will do it)(ooga booga!!!!!!!!!)

My blurry vision gradually returned to me, as my eyes adjusted to the shine of the dim light that came from tiny gaps in the wall. I was confined in a small shelter, built with wooden sticks, with no windows and a cramped amount of area to walk around in. The muddy floor, the wall of tall sticks strung up together forming a circle, and the high ceiling of hay all combined together creating a dreary hut which was barely suitable to live in. My eyes, which seemed like they had heavy weights on them, were struggling to keep open. My legs were beat up and worn out. All these symptoms gave me extreme aches of pain, including the minimal head ache I had. The dirty scented room made me nauseous. My back was sore because of the pile of sticks and hay that were all thrown together, supposedly imitating a bed.

I lied there, finally having time to just think. I had strange, mixed feelings, dealing with the past few days, and all of them had shown themselves when all this craziness had first stirred. Fear, courage, confusion, and the idea of having faced death, now marched around in my brain, paralyzing me with dismay. But the one most obvious to me, that seemed to fill my whole head, was the sense of confusion. So many questions unanswered, bothered me, rapidly popping into my head at a rate as fast as light years, and all this added even more to my disarray.

My head was disorganized, from all the quick and violent actions recently taking place. I pondered about why and how they always happened to me. I remembered when I was in the heat of battle all my fear would wash away, like nothing major was happening. But I always asked myself Why do the demons chase only after me? Am I like a creature magnet. My brain took me along a network of paths containing thoughts and knowledge. It drove me into a different direction, unexpected and stopped at a peculiar thought: Whenever enemies neared me, the throbbing in my head would increase. Even now, I sensed it but the annoyance was much smaller, like a radar shoved deep in to the back of my medulla oblongata. I was stunned at where I was and I awaited my fate patiently, pondering all the meanings of these distressful occurrences.

Why do I feel so much, and yet not know what to do about it? Why am I trapped in this room? Why, why, why!!!. Even though I felt befuddlement and fright, I also delighted at the uncovering of all these revelations, sending my brain into a bewilderment. The joyful happiness of stumbling upon such a productive city, was making me feel safe. The security of this place finally destroyed some of my stress, from worrying, and made me feel calm and at peace inside, this was what relaxing was defined as.

I thought of going on a stroll for a breath of fresh air to contemplate my puzzlement. I sorely pushed myself off the hard ground, messing up my hands and at the same time hearing other signs of pain unearth themselves. My palms reached towards the sky, stretching my body and trying to get blood pumping again. I hobbled over to the shape of a door and pushed with a force going away from me. But the wooden opening would not budge. I tried again, this time with a greater force of strength summoned up. I pushed and pulled but the entrance would not move an inch. What the hell is going on here? Why can’t I open this stupid door?! My frustration took over and I kicked and I pounded on the entryway, sending gravel flying in all angles in the diminutive space, upset that the door would not release me out of this horrible dump. Unwillingly, I gave up and then fear settled into my mind as I tried to understand why they had locked me up in here and what the city planned to do with me. I also tried deciphering a way to get out of this predicament I was trapped in. I lazily fell asleep, as drowsiness conquered me.

I shot up out of my bed as I heard sound vibrations coming closer and nearer to my place of location. I heard some phrases being said in low, private voices, so no one else, but the people around, could discern the words being exchanged. I could not make out all the words and the ones I did, I could not put together because of the nature of this conversation. Leaning sharply against the door, crafted from trees, I listened keenly and the waves of sound traveled into my ear, forming sentences. Don’t, evil, coming, doomed, faith, wrong, destinies, change, two; were a list of words he sneakily overheard, and they left him even more dumbstruck. Then a key was being jammed into a key slot, and the door swiftly swung open with a creak and, bam! I was propelled with the force of the door on to the haystack, or wooden bed, behind me as a slouched shadow stepped into my quarters.

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The room he entered was marked, “Warning! DO NOT ENTER” He ignored the sign casually, and without hesitation pushed through the swinging door and limped into the room.
There was a round metal table in the middle of the room and instead of looking like a dark, foul room containing dangerous machines, the man had walked into a room that felt cheery. There was a shelf containing fat, important books in the corner and the floor was hidden by a layer of soft, grey carpet with lots of mud embedded into it. Also the plastered, greyish white walls were covered with beautiful paintings which seemed to be falling apart from age. The room was dimly lit by a hanging light in the center of the ceiling, which shown upon a table covered with purple fabric. And around this table sat, on wooden chairs, a group of men patiently waiting for the elder to take his seat and to begin speaking of new, necessary topics which had recently manifested themselves into their lives.

A younger, but still old man sitting on one of the long ends, stood up and declared,” This meeting shall now commence and we shall discuss of the topic of the strange boy’s arrival and its significance to the safety of our village. As you probably all have heard there was a great battle fought near the entrance of our borders.” The rest of the heads nodded in agreement as they silently affirmed this fact. “Well now we have to figure out what fate we shall bestow on the boy. My friends, this newb has brought evil to our good city and I recommend in executing him before anything else gets out of control and therefore this meeting shall be decided if you all respect these terms.”

The man who had sauntered in last gave a shout of rudeness and disapproval, “Chief Stan, how dare you murder a little guy that shows promise to complete the destruction of the Dark Unknown! You should be ashamed of yourself! Man, are you out of your mind.”

Chief Stan spoke up, “ How can you expect to keep alive a potential threat to our long thriving city. Zamrar, this boy is strong and he shall grow in might as he levels on! Did you not see he led evil to our city! What if he’s a spy sent by darkness, just waiting to slaughter us all. I’m not just talking about the safety of our dwelling here, but all of Maple world!

The man referred to as Zamrar responded with much more frustration, “ So you would keep living on, with all these pointless deaths, destruction of goods, and growing sin, thinking we shall never have hope! My point I am trying to get across, is we are going to fight the unknown wickedness someday, wouldn’t you want some extra help. This boy is completing tasks of the secrets of my family’s hidden prophecy, and I shall not allow him to be so brutally murdered!

Tempers raged and anger exploded out of their mouths as each man shouted comebacks to their statements, insulting each of their wisdom.

Chief Stan: You haven’t even told me everything about the scroll which you say is the prophecy. What if all this is made up, just a bunch of phooey! If what you say is the truth let me rest my eyes on the scroll of parchment, itself!
Zamrar: NO! That would be a complete betrayal of my family. And I swear I have told you all of the prophecy.
Chief Stan: Liar! I do not place my trust in the fate of the world to such an old man who has an old slate of paper.
Zamrar: Then, why don’t you wait carelessly by as you witness the slow death of the world to come.

Being fairly annoyed by this disruption, a third man gave in his slice of bread to the argument,” Shut up, you both act like children on the most important matter discussed! We must come to a conclusion, I say we wait a while and see what happens next, then we shall make a decision based on his future actions.”

Before anyone else could chip in a breath of words, the room quickly dissembled and the old man slowly shifted away. Chief Stan, a chubby guy, had no more stamina to argue with the conclusion of their outcome, and just stood their angrily.

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Light flashed into the puny room as the door was shoved open and the man entering was surprised to find me sprawled out on the floor. I quickly picked myself up and shot up to stand on my feet. There was only one person that moved into the undersized hut, even though I had heard two. I was expecting the man to speak in a gruff voice instead he extended his hand and calmly greeted me. I stared at his hand, looking at it and wondering What is he doing?

He took away his hand and examined me. He noticed my old, torn rags I was wearing, and that my hair was ruffled up. As he observed me, I did so likewise. He had gray hair which blended in with his gray eyes. He had a stubble growing and lots of cuts on his face. He was wearing garments, that contained colorful cloth. He had a hunched back, but his arms still looked alive and strong.

Then he started the long, and confusing conversation,” I have come here to speak about your future and to tell you that you have brought much hope to this world, but nobody knows anything about it. I am called Zamrar, and am of the family founded by Cody”

I was shocked as my mind went Hope? I brought hope? What the hell is going on here? Now I am tied to a certain fate? I have never even been here!!! By here I meant the whole empire, and I did not even know one fact about the humans existing in this kingdom.

As he went on I listened with concentration, without out interrupting. Zamrar spoke with much hurriedness again,” Let me get down to the point as I only have a limited amount of time to explain everything to you and please don’t speak up until I have told you everything.”

Now he vocalized and pronounced clearly as he settled down to tell his family prophecy and to tell me that he believed I was the savior believed to come. “Long ago the dungeon was sealed and the two conquerors both partially slain, one of good and one of evil. Whoever was completely destroyed, the other fate would be decided. Goodness or Darkness. There was one family created by each and they both had the power to do disastrously good or bad things.” Zamrar added in that it was unknown if the families had survived because it had been over six hundred years and twelve generations had come and gone by with nothing happening.

He continued his intriguing tale,” The legend says that one shall be resurrected by his family member and the power to rule shall be handed over. This family unit shall have the power to control his resurrected parent and decide their fate. If he isn’t brought back, evil will slowly swallow the good and the light shall cease to exist and shine in Maple. Other powers in the family of light were handed over and the hero’s prophecy written.” Zamrar started reading a checklist of qualities,”He shall escape, he shall possess unknown power, he shall double level, but one will defy him and their fates shall be twisted, and they shall both help each other and disagree against each other. All of the world shall be disrupted and there shall be a huge war of death, but it shall not matter, only one shall hold the power to tip the scales, only one.”

I just sat there thinking hard of what to say in reply. The story gave me a greater realization of terror that I had never experienced yet before. Hmm… if my calculations are correct than…I am hungry!! I responded in a tiny voice, barely hearable,” All I heard was just a bunch of mumble jumble to me.”

“What!!! You do not realize the seriousness of this. It is much greater than everything else. It shall decide wether we maplers live on or not. You can’t just brush this off, fate shall follow you until you choose to accept your mission handed down to you,” Zamrar spit out, gasping for breath.

“What if you are wrong, then what. We are all screwed and I shall be blamed,” I argued.

Zamrar logically talked back,” You have already completed one part, you have double leveled, when you had slain the dragon beast, a blue light shown from your soul, a different leveling color” he kept speaking on, ignoring my burst of words,” You must be the one, the maple world has already waited long enough, we are ready to rise with you and strike back at the evil engulfing us. All I am saying is just think about it. I know that you are not familiar with the maple planet just yet, but you shall come to like it, as all before you have reached that acceptance.”

I did not shout back. I knew it was useless, he had already quit talking and I could not make him sway his opinion. Before leaving, he whispered one last piece of advice in my ear and I knew what I had to try and accomplish. I reluctantly assented, and my mind stopped searching for my purpose, it was revealed.