The leadership course today was more theory than practical, so abit boring. Heres an update. I posted it on fanfiction.net. I felt it was closest to maplestory, so i just put it under there. More info when im not lazy.

Here's chapter 2b. Il post the url soon.

The goddess of light appeared yet again.

“You…you’re Pura aren’t you?” Laran asked hesitantly.

“Indeed. Listen closely Laran. You must seek more power, only then can you fufill your destiny as a Chosen.” She spoke. Every word, phrase that she said resonated with such power, but at the same time, it also soothed Laran’s soul.

“I can only answer one of your questions.” She spoke.

Gritting his teeth, Laran asked, “Why am I here?”

“Because you have a greater purpose. We purposely brought you to the future with the others through the fabric of time. Your eyes of Terran that have been left by the God of Time is enough proof, no?” She grinned at him, like all this was just a joke.

“Damnit, I want ANSWERS! Why am I a Chosen?!” Larran shouted. He didn’t appreciate being a pawn of the gods.

“All in time…” She whispered, before disappearing into nothingness…

Laran jolted, his head jerking forward as he awoke. He appeared to be in a room, with the walls painted a faint blue colour. There were a few posters of warriors on the wall, and even on the ceiling. He must be in the old man’s house.

“Was that just a dream?” he pondered. He cupped his head in his hands. The events that had occurred were so unexpected. The Terran eyes. The manipulation of the fabric of time. What the hell indeed, he thought, crawling out of the bed. How did I even get here? Laran wondered. Then, he caught his own reflection in a mirror.

Laran was about 18 years old, and his face was oval in shape, with piercing eyes whose pupils were coloured black, and a slight frown on his mouth. His hair was untidy and hung slightly lower than his eyebrows. There was a prominent scar on his left cheek, in the shape of a T.

“You do know that you drool in your sleep don't’cha?” a sweet female voice sounded out behind Laran. Jumping ever so slightly, Laran turned around to see a female that was slightly shorter than him. She was a brunette, with large blue eyes the colour of the sky. Her hair was done up in a ribbon, and she wore a slight smile on her pretty face that suggested she was amused.

“I thought that you might like some food. They certainly aren’t needed to survive but they sure are a delicacy!” she pointed to the bowl of steaming hot porridge she was holding delicately. The steam slowly rose up, dispersing itself into the nearby air. It was just like moments of life… Pretty, but non-lasting.

The next thing Laran knew was that the bowl of porridge was flying at him. Laran managed to catch the bowl, and sighed with relief. “Hey punk! Stop oogling my daughter!” Glen growled aggressively. Laran looked at him, clearly amused. Meanwhile, Glen’s daughter blushed slightly before leaving the room.

“We have to talk.” Glen said, motioning towards the door. Laran followed Glen out of the house, and he adjusted to the familiar environment of Panon.

As they walked among the various students who were sparring and training against dummies, Glen said, “I now realize. You are a Chosen aren’t you?”

“But how did you…”

“You talk in your sleep. And drool, did’ya know that?”

Laran was getting slightly irritated and embarrassed. And more importantly, he wanted to know more.

“What do you know about Chosens?”

“Well, there was a prophecy about em’, and stuff about them coming to the future.”

“Tell me about the prophecy!” he demanded.

“Keep ur’ pants on sonny. Here goes…” Glen cleared his throat.

“When the light and darkness combine,
The world will be at stake.
The Chosens will gather.
Therein lies the greatest battle in history.”
“That’s it?” Laran asked carefully.

“Well, if I remember, there’s more.” Glen muttered to himself, before clearing his throat yet again.

“A leader must emerge,
In order to defeat the scourge.
He must first defeat himself.
In order to defeat his enemies.
The one he calls a friend
Will become his foe.”

“It sounded pretty cliche to me, but if you really are a Chosen, then…maybe this could all happen.” Glen said thoughtfully.

Laran stood still. Light and darkness combining? The world at stake? How could this even happen?

Glen continued to voice out his opinion, “Defeat himself before his enemies? That's just stupid. You might as well stab yourself in the butt before…”

Laran cut in, “I need to gain power. More power. And so, I MUST start my training immediately. Understand?”

The old man looked into Laran’s eyes. He saw nothing but determination in them. “Very well…” he whispered.

Somewhere into the distance, an ancient beast stirred.