[ WP ] You 're a group of teenagers destined to defeat a very evil , very powerful man . Problem is , you 're just a group of teenagers and he is a very evil , very powerful man .

`` Not so fast, Stephenson!'' The teenagers lined up in front of the throne, ready to fight to protect the Realm. `` We Seven teenagers are the Destined Ones, to defeat Evil when it rises! We shall triumph!'' 
 `` Yes, you are destined to defeat Evil when it reigns'' The man drawled his words, confidence oozing next to the blood of the guards. `` But Seven of you?...'' *thunk* `` I only count six''. He smiled as he strolled past the horrified friends to the throne. 
 `` Destined you may be to defeat me in the future, but teenagers you are today.'' He raised his crossbow and blade and shooed them to the door. 
 `` Now bugger off and do n't come back until you actually have learnt to fight. Otherwise you'll end up like your friend there.'' The teens fled, screaming revenge. He paid them no heed. Picking up the crown, he tossed it onto the corpse and sat down. 
 `` Come now, Prince Valryn. Get up. In life you were a pampered Prince of the Realm; hopefully in death you'll be of more use.'' The revenant set up, the Crown snagging on the bolt in his heart. `` Good. Now I can have some *real* fun with your friends...''
