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The ancient temple laid there hidden in the darkest forest the country had to offer. Non the less thousands of people gathered in front of it because today was the great day: The day of the Chosen. The Chosen lived for two decades in complete isolation with only two mentors and a cook to serve every needs. Everyone knew the story of the Chosen. He is meant to kill the dark king of the night elves and free the humans from their slavery. The isolation was a precaution to prevent the henchmen of the dark king finding him. A soft bell announced the arrival. All eyes were trained on the huge wooden door with its delicate carvings. Slowly with screeching sounds the door went open. A young woman of about twenty-four years appeared in the little space. She wore her long auburn hair braided in multiple small braids which got pulled together with some colorful piece of fabric. The crowd got nervous and voice on different places among them could be heard with questions what just happened. The young woman stepped out onto the small podium and ignored the dirty looks she got because she wore the clothes of a sword fighter, just like the first rows ignored the sword on her hip. She raised her hands and waited till the crowd became a calmer again. Behind her appeared the two mentors of the Chosen. Something about their defeated look and war town faces gave the people the creeps. It was impossible to look like this when you spent two decades with training. The fighting mentor stepped next to the young woman with a grim smile. „My fellow humans,“ she began with a deep voice that was as soft as the summer breeze on a hot day, „We all know you gathered her today waiting for the Chosen to free you from your slavery.“ Agreement was voiced hesitantly. „For centuries the night elves used us to do their dirty work. The work they deemed themselves unworthy to do because they are to important for this world.“ This time the agreement was louder. „You waited for the Chosen, for a boy or more for a man to step up for you and save you. You waited for a savior.“ Agreement turned into cheers. The lips of the young woman tousled in amusement. Her dark brown eyes gleamed in the early sun. „I am here to tell you this: The Chosen isn't a man. I AM THE CHOSEN. I also tell you this: Screw you! You locked me away to make me a weapon against the dark king. You stole my life so you don't need to put yours on the line. You are cowards. I am not going to save you. I want you to rot in this hell you prepared for yourself. If you want a change of the situation be your own fucking savior and stop waiting for a hero that never existed in the first place.“