[ WP ] A low-born sellsword hired to guard a merchant during the Choosing Ceremony is shocked when the Oracle 's finger is pointed towards him

Gromm swatted at the fly around his face. The bugs were the only thing he fought this entire trip to the oracle. If it had n't been the only job available in Trenton, he would n't of taken it. The Choosing Ceremony was a farce. The Oracle comes out, who everyone said was holy and spoke with gods voice, and chooses the next Hero of Ashanti. It was all bullshit and Gromm was pretty sure the Oracle was just drugged up. 
 
 As the time grew closer to the Choosing men started to line themselves up. True landed knights, their armor shining and hair flowing. Men famous for their deeds and valor. They had expensive castle forged swords, un-dented armor, and more bastards then they could count on their hands. Gromm looked down at his nicked, rusty sword. He wore leathers and did n't remember the last time he had a bath. *Different men for different jobs. Someone has to guard the shitty merchants. * 
 
 The knights were hoping for the honor of being the Hero of Ashanti and leading the Oracles soldiers on the yearly crusade against the Yartens. *Poor bastards get slaughtered every year because they believe in a different god. * It had been twenty straight years the crusade had gone on, and it seemed to have no end in sight. Why should it? The Followers of Ashanti was making millions. 
 
 The crowds grew quiet as the Oracle appeared on the raised stage. She was dressed in pure red silk, almost invisible, and she left nothing to the imagination. *These Oracles are always young and beautiful, how fucking convenient* 
 
 She raised her arms in the air and swayed back and forth. Her raven black hair fell over her face and she moved as if possessed. The leaders of the Followers stood on the stage behind, greedy eyes taking in the Oracles dancing. 
 
 She began to yell, her voice wavering as if in pain. `` LORD ASHANTI, PLEASE REVEAL TO THIS UNWORTHY VASSEL WHO YOUR HERO IS. HE WILL BE THE SWORD OF YOUR JUSTICE. YOUR JUDGE OF RIGHT AND WRONG. HE WILL DESTROY THE NON-BELIEVERS AND BLESS THOSE WHO FALL IN YOUR SERVICE. SHOW ME ASHANTI!'' She spasmed, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground in a heap. 
 
 *What a fucking joke* thought Gromm, shifting his stance. *Wonder how many of the Leaders have taken her for `` Private'' reading* 
 
 The knights standing in the front of the crowd stood as tall as possible, expecting the Oracle to pick them. The Oracle stood slowly, as if in every bone in her body aching. When she spoke her voice was quiet, but carried over the silent crowd. `` Ashanti has spoken to me, his Hero has been chosen. All will follow him and his justice. He will speak with Ashanti's voice, and will bring peace through blood.'' The Oracle threw her arms in the air. Her right arm fell toward the crowd. To Gromm it looked like it was in his direction. 
 
 *Not one of the knights eh? Fuckin right, feel sorry for whatever sap is chosen though* 
 
 `` GROMM OF WILLOWS WOOD. STEP FORWARD AS ASHANTI'S CHOSEN ONE'' 
 
 The crowd turned and looked for who The Oracle had chosen. Gromm was stunned, he could n't move. The merchant turned and pointed at him. `` HE'S RIGHT HERE! I HIRED HIM AS MY GUARD.'' The crowd turned, all eyes on Gromm. 
 
 *Shit*
