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redthedragon
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Side note: this isn't anything, I'm probably not going to continue this, and it's not the direction I'll necessarily be taking any of these characters. but also I got the image suuuuper clearly in my head while i was innocently trying to work on fanfic and now you all have to see it.
"No man can kill me," the warlord crowed. "It was prophecised-"
Then the hero's sword caught him in the neck. His head popped off easily. Blood spurted through the air, and then in a silent, shocked moment of stillness, his body slumped to the side and then crumpled to the ground off his horse.
Instant pandemonium erupted. The front lines of his dread army broke and scattered, and the hero's side charged. They won the battle, and the war wouldn't be long behind.
The hero grabbed the warlord's head and carried it back home as proof they'd won, or something like that. He wasn't really sure what he was doing. Honestly, he wasn't really sure what to make of any of this.
He initially wrote the prophecy deal off as some kind of bullshit meant to intimidate him, and his victory he chalked up to, like, good luck and stuff. He was pretty new to being a hero, after all. He wasn't even that good with a sword. But he got back to the king and the king sure seemed perplexed to hear about it, and so he asked, and the king went and looked at him closely and asked him if he were a girl in disguise.
"If I were, I certainly don't know anything about it?"
And then they got to talking, and it turned out the prophecy was some well-known little piece of magic that'd been verified independently by more than one seer. No man can kill that guy. Except the hero was a man.
Maybe he was too young to be considered a man- except he went and asked one of the king's retainers, and they established that at nineteen he was already past every historical age of majority, as they'd mostly been younger, not older.
Okay, alright, cool. He went to the feast and put it out of his head and then later couldn't sleep a wink just thinking about it.
The seers hadn't said no man could kill the warlord, exactly, but... something along those lines. No man would kill him. So obviously he would be killed, by someone who was not-a-man. Except the hero very much was a man, right? He'd been a man his whole life, right? And you couldn't just change your mind on that. Right? Right?
He got up early after a restless night and watched the sun rise, and while he was doing that a strange tall woman in a heavy cloak and a long dress came and stood next to him on the ramparts. "So."
"So?" the hero asked, blank.
"So how's the prophecy of trans your gender going? The gender validation feel nice?"
"The- the what?" the hero asked, turning to blink at the woman. "Prophecy of what?"
"The, uh," the woman paused. "Oh, wow, did the prophecy figure your gender out before you got there?"
"... I'm a man," the hero said, feeling very out of his depth.
"No, hero. Someone else told you you were a man and you went along with it. Do you want to be a man?"
The hero thought about that for a second and found he actually had very strong feelings on the matter. "Well, no, but- "
"Congratulations. That's step one. Now you get to figure out what you do want to be, hm?"
The hero stared at her, confused. "...is- is there options?"
"Oh yeah, there's loads," the woman said, sounding as though she relished the words. "My gender is Witch today, I think. Yesterday it was perplexedness. The day before that it was purple with a side of girl."
The hero stared at the rising sun. "I am so goddamn confused."
"Oh, don't worry, I know. Here, how about you pick out some pronouns, and then we can leave the specifics for later, hm?"
"Pick- pick out some pronouns? What even are pronouns?"
"They're a part of speech, like... hero, do you know how to read?"
"What would I need to know how to read for?"
"...okay, this explanation is going to be harder than I thought," the Witch said. "So, um, a pronoun refers to..."
[cut to black]
Side note: this isn't anything, I'm probably not going to continue this, and it's not the direction I'll necessarily be taking any of these characters. but also I got the image suuuuper clearly in my head while i was innocently trying to work on fanfic and now you all have to see it.
"No man can kill me," the warlord crowed. "It was prophecised-"
Then the hero's sword caught him in the neck. His head popped off easily. Blood spurted through the air, and then in a silent, shocked moment of stillness, his body slumped to the side and then crumpled to the ground off his horse.
Instant pandemonium erupted. The front lines of his dread army broke and scattered, and the hero's side charged. They won the battle, and the war wouldn't be long behind.
The hero grabbed the warlord's head and carried it back home as proof they'd won, or something like that. He wasn't really sure what he was doing. Honestly, he wasn't really sure what to make of any of this.
He initially wrote the prophecy deal off as some kind of bullshit meant to intimidate him, and his victory he chalked up to, like, good luck and stuff. He was pretty new to being a hero, after all. He wasn't even that good with a sword. But he got back to the king and the king sure seemed perplexed to hear about it, and so he asked, and the king went and looked at him closely and asked him if he were a girl in disguise.
"If I were, I certainly don't know anything about it?"
And then they got to talking, and it turned out the prophecy was some well-known little piece of magic that'd been verified independently by more than one seer. No man can kill that guy. Except the hero was a man.
Maybe he was too young to be considered a man- except he went and asked one of the king's retainers, and they established that at nineteen he was already past every historical age of majority, as they'd mostly been younger, not older.
Okay, alright, cool. He went to the feast and put it out of his head and then later couldn't sleep a wink just thinking about it.
The seers hadn't said no man could kill the warlord, exactly, but... something along those lines. No man would kill him. So obviously he would be killed, by someone who was not-a-man. Except the hero very much was a man, right? He'd been a man his whole life, right? And you couldn't just change your mind on that. Right? Right?
He got up early after a restless night and watched the sun rise, and while he was doing that a strange tall woman in a heavy cloak and a long dress came and stood next to him on the ramparts. "So."
"So?" the hero asked, blank.
"So how's the prophecy of trans your gender going? The gender validation feel nice?"
"The- the what?" the hero asked, turning to blink at the woman. "Prophecy of what?"
"The, uh," the woman paused. "Oh, wow, did the prophecy figure your gender out before you got there?"
"... I'm a man," the hero said, feeling very out of his depth.
"No, hero. Someone else told you you were a man and you went along with it. Do you want to be a man?"
The hero thought about that for a second and found he actually had very strong feelings on the matter. "Well, no, but- "
"Congratulations. That's step one. Now you get to figure out what you do want to be, hm?"
The hero stared at her, confused. "...is- is there options?"
"Oh yeah, there's loads," the woman said, sounding as though she relished the words. "My gender is Witch today, I think. Yesterday it was perplexedness. The day before that it was purple with a side of girl."
The hero stared at the rising sun. "I am so goddamn confused."
"Oh, don't worry, I know. Here, how about you pick out some pronouns, and then we can leave the specifics for later, hm?"
"Pick- pick out some pronouns? What even are pronouns?"
"They're a part of speech, like... hero, do you know how to read?"
"What would I need to know how to read for?"
"...okay, this explanation is going to be harder than I thought," the Witch said. "So, um, a pronoun refers to..."
[cut to black]
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