"You wrote that prophecy." I accused her, narrowing my eyes at her. 

"Yes... I did." Can somebody just slap her in the face? "It was my best composition. And that says something, since I'm actually a modest girl. The prophecy about Donald Trump was literally: Be aware of the Cheetos running for president. I was lazy at the time." She shrugged. 

***

If you're looking for a hero, turn around and go look somewhere else pal, because this one here ain't one.

And yet again, Angus is dragged into a life that has him so confused with all the monsters trying to adopt him, and ghosts flirting with him and zombie centaurs and prophecies and BLOODY MEDUSA!!! To don't mention that damned parasite soul in him that gets angry when Angus refuses to die. Like seriously?!!!

Always forgetting his sword when running to his death, with his jeans falling off at the worst time possible, the sarcasm that will probably get him killed one day and being the annoying piece of sh-anyway... Angus has to fight against himself and Ancient spirits to get alive out of this mess.

But like the mighty and powerful Doctor Strange once said: "Try me Beyoncé."

Lies Of A Thousand Lives

/"How are we going to find Yule?/" I asked fixing Knox on my head as he was falling down. This guy moves a lot while sleeping.

/"I have no idea. I don’t know anything about this world. Maybe Riven and Nova…/" He started to say but Riven cut him off.

/"I don’t have any memories related to this place./"

Am I supposed to say the same thing? Because I was having one of those Déjà Vu feelings again and I was pretty sure it was Rodor poking me from inside. I don’t want to remember, you idiot. Knox is already weak.

I looked around trying to figure out something.

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