• The young man wandered through the forest. Where am I? he thought to himself. How’d I get here? The young man sat down for a while on a log. His eyes, grew weary, his back felt cramped. I’ll just lie down for a few minutes… His eyes closed.
    “Ugh…”
    “Hey buddy, wake up.”
    “Wha…who are you?”
    “Just follow me, these woods are dangerous.”
    The young man followed the stranger. He did not know if he should trust the stranger. He looked mysterious with his fedora and his long coat. The young man wondered and wondered. They walked for hours until they finally reached a camp.
    “Look what the cat dragged in!”
    “Hey Rick! Who you got there?”
    So his name is Rick. And he must be part of some kind of organization? The young man though to himself. All I need to do is figure out who I am and how to get out of here.
    “I dunno who this kid is, but he was lost in the woods.”
    The stranger shoved the young man in front of him. Everybody gasped. There were whispers going through the whole campsite. What were they mumbling about anyways?
    “Yeah. I think he might have gotten really hurt before I found him.”
    More whispers… The young man thought about speaking up.
    “What’s wrong with me?!”
    The stranger in the fedora gave the young man a shard of glass. He gaped over the astonishing sight of his face.
    There was a very bloody scar going across his eye.
    “Don’t you feel anything kid?”
    “Agh, I bet it hurts.”
    “I couldn’t live with a thing like THAT on my face.”
    “Who am I? Why do I have this scar? What’s happening?!” The young man questioned.
    The stranger looked away. The young man noticed this and started to freak out. One man without a shirt came up to the young man.
    “You… You are a prophet.”
    “A… a prophet!?!”
    “Yes. A BAD prophet.”
    “What’s wrong with me?”
    “History says that every three hundred years a man with a scar on his eye is born. This man brings war and chaos to the world. Nobody is interact with him since that will make the bad luck stop. I’m sorry kid. We’re going to have to leave you.”
    The prophet started to cry. Through his tears he noticed an old man was arguing with the mysterious stranger.
    “What’s wrong with you!?”
    “I’m sorry, he seemed so helpless.”
    “I don’t care! You know we’re not supposed to do that!!!”
    The old man noticed that the prophet was looking at him.
    “You! Go away! LEAVE US ALONE!!”
    “Don’t be so harsh, Marshall.” The stranger said.
    The bad luck prophet looked at everybody then ran.
    He ran for days until he could not anymore…