"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. 

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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

---I have turned into a real life Sleeping Beauty… Where’s my Prince Charming?-01

I’m really getting annoyed by this dude. Okay I get it. You want to be free. You want all my body for yourself. You want your treasure. You want to be king of the world. Minor goals. Whatever. BUT COULD YOU PLEASE STOP MAKING ME LOOK LIKE SLEEPING BEAUTY PASSING OUT EVERY FEW MINUTES? PLEASE?

I don’t know how it happened… it just did. One moment I was looking at Nova walking away. And then… the other moment the sky turned black. Voices were screaming, hundreds of crows flying around, everyone vanished… there were screams and cries… and then someone laughing. Laughing at all of this like a maniac.

I don’t remember standing up, but I was now on my feet, alone in an empty field, holding nothing but a sword in my hand.

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