He read from the chair.
A world will drown in war between two,
Fear, anger, love, and dreams,
Will collide with bravery, tranquility, hatred, and delusions.
Then, Vespa was there. “Use Excalibur again. Our dreams,” she reminded him, “are riding on this.”
Two things will cease the inevitable:
Execute the boy who executed millions,
The boy who once destroyed the world.
Then his mother appeared. A casualty in the destruction uttered one word. “Return.”
Indecisiveness froze him. His rival’s blade wrapped around his neck. Time halted. And the next few words he uttered shocked the world.
Or his return.