The Chosen One

 

It was a dark and stormy night, and the wind whistled through the ancient trees. I was walking down a narrow path in the woods, my flashlight barely illuminating the way. All of a sudden, a figure appeared in the light. It was a tall woman wearing a long black dress. She seemed to be gliding towards me, her eyes glowing like embers in the night.

I tried to turn and run, but something held me in place. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear. As the woman moved closer, I could see her face more clearly. She had pale skin, her eyes were wide and distorted, and her mouth was a gaping black hole. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.

The woman stopped in front me, and I heard her voice in my head. She said, “You are chosen. You must follow me.” I was so scared, but I felt compelled to do as she said. I followed her deep into the woods until we reached a clearing. There was an old stone altar in the center, with strange symbols carved into it.

The woman stepped onto the altar and held out her hand. I reached out and took it. I felt an icy chill run through my body as she began to chant an ancient ritual. Suddenly, a dark force seemed to be emerging from the ground. I heard a loud rumbling and the trees around me started to shake.

Then, out of the darkness, I heard something. A voice, like a whisper. It said, “You are the chosen one. You will be the one to help us.” I knew what I had to do. I had a mission now, and I had to complete it.

The woman stepped back and vanished into the night. I knew I had to find the answers I was looking for and find a way to stop the dark force that was threatening my world. I was the only one who could save us now.