[ WP ] It was prophesied long ago that only the Chosen One could defeat the Dark Lord . And now on the evening of the final battle , the Wise Mentor finds out that he got the wrong guy .

King Robin approaches the Seer's tent on the cliff overlooking the battlefield. He tries not to turn his gaze towards the amassed enemy forces. Staring would do no good now. He already knew they were outnumbered. 
 
 The King owned many sets of armour. Some were plated in gold and inlaid with gemstones. Many had capes and frills. Some bore powerful but dangerous magical enchantments. The armour he wore now had none of those. It was a masterpiece of engineering though and it's overlapping plates of steel covered his entire body with no gaps while still allowing for flexibility. His sword was exactly the same as the ones his whole cavalry used, because a hundred battles had proved it was the best cavalry sword any mortal smith could create. 
 
 He pushed the tent flap aside to reveal a startling sight. The Seer was trembling. The sight positively scared the King. The Seer was normally as steady as an ancient oak. Voice hoarse and shaking, he spoke. 
 `` My king, I may have made a mistake.'' 
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 Got to go but stay tuned folks! I'll work more on this later, epic finale to come! 
 Also I have no idea why the dialogue is in upper case I ca n't seem to change that.
