[ WP ] You are the chosen one , destined to slay the demon king . Unfortunately the wizard who came to your farm to mentor you thinks you 're the hero destined to slay the black dragon .

`` Again!'' Barnabas shouted, the second my hand crested the peak of the mountain. Rolling my eyes I pulled myself up onto the small grassy area and came face go face with my mentor. 
 
 He was the largest man I had ever seen at nearly eight feet tall with a pointed brown hat that stood another two feet by itself. A green cloak that must have been special made covered his long gaunt limbs and a bushy grey beard framed a sun tanned face. Brown, cat shaped eyes marked him a wizard and they were alight with merriment from today's training. 
 
 `` Again, boy!'' He barked, staring me down. 
 
 `` By Raloth's halo.'' I groaned, wiping bloody hands on my pants. `` I've jumped off this mountain onto the back of a dragon three times already. Do you know how sharp those scales are? And then I have to climb back up here even though you can let me fly!'' 
 
 `` Listen here boy, do you think I'm going to be there to make you fly when you have to fight Forlorn, the black dragon? Because I wo n't be. So you need to know how to hang onto their scales with one hand while you stab it in the neck and kill it.'' 
 
 `` I thougbt I was supposed to decapitate it?'' 
 
 A hoarse bark of laughter left Barnabas' throat. `` Decapitate it? Are you daft Leon? We're not talking about a demon king here, you stab dragons in the neck. Everyone knows that.'' 
 
 `` But-'' 
 
 `` No buts, go jump off that cliff while you can do so of your own volition. Before I set this mountain ablaze and force you off. We're done for the day after this.'' 
 
 Watching the flames kindle around his hands I stepped to the edge of the cliff. Dragon mountain was aptly named, through the grey clouds below me hundreds of them drifted lazily. 
 
 `` I swear this does n't feel right.'' I muttered. Then smothered the feeling and jumped, pulling my short sword from its sheath as the winds whipped around me and I fell towards the waiting dragons. 
 
 *** 
 
 When I got back to the cottage, dragging the body of a cow behind me, Barnabas was there waiting. Night had fallen and he sat on and old tree stump around a small fire. A pair of spectacles were perched on his nose while he read a parchment letter and the dove that delivered it was perched on his shoulder. 
 
 `` What's it say?'' I grunted, throwing the cow towards him. The training over the last year had been grueling but the strength was a nice bonus. 
 
 `` Bad news boy.'' He said, levitating the cow and skewering it above the fire. `` The seer, Melindra, says Forlorn will appear above the capital in a fortnight. So pack your bags, we leave in the morning.'' 
 
 I stared into the fire for long moments. `` So I will finally meet and slay Forlorn.'' I said finally, a sense of dread settling in my stomach. In all my dreams i had fought a demon the size of a building, his cruel laugh echoing. 
 
 `` Are we sure it's a dragon?'' I asked and not for the first time. 
 
 `` Bah. I've had enough of this question boy. Do you think Barnabas *He-Who-Guides* would train you to fight the wrong opponent?'' 
 
 The wind picked up with his anger until it threatened to take down my small home. `` Of course not, sir. I know you've trained dozens of chosen ones. I'm just afraid of my destiny is all.'' 
 
 `` As you should be Leon.'' 
 
 *** 
 
 It was as our wagon rounded the last corner towards the capital city of Lyptus that my sword caught fire, as it was meant to do when my destined for was close. Barnabas and I both looked at the sword, then at each other and finally at the sky. And sure enough a dark shape was coming into view, falling right towards the city. 
 
 `` Yah.'' Barnabas shouted, spurring on the horses. `` Here we go Leon. I ca n't enter the city with you, it is against the prophecy. The fate of the world now relies on you young man.'' 
 
 I whistled but did n't respond, young man was an improvement over boy. No reason to ruin the moment. I had been focused on the approaching city gates, sword in hand and ready to leap from the wagon. Then a voice rang out that sent a deathly chill down my spine. 
 
 `` I am FORLORN! The demon king, here to usher in the apocalypse!'' 
 
 Feeling the wagon stop, I looked back up to the sky and saw a humanoid shape with large black wings flapping as they slowed his fall. I opened my mouth, to say what I do n't know but it would've been nothing nice. But before I could speak a boot kicked me from the wagon and I ended on the dusty ground eating dirt. 
 
 Spitting debris from my mouth I was in time to see Barnabas' wave. `` Good luck Leon! I need to get ready for the next chosen one!'' 
 
 `` Damn wizards.'' I cursed and kicked open the city gates. Large crashes were already coming from the town square and bodies were up in the sky, flailing. `` I did n't train for this shit.''
