Chapter 1: The Great Prophecy
Story by Paragon Panda on SoFurry
Sylan is just a normal boy, until one day he had a prophetic dream. Not long after, he was summoned before the King. It was there that he learned of his destiny... Although there is a rather lewd twist.
Sylan was nervous. Not long after he woke up this morning, he had received a summons from the King himself. As soon as he had read it he got dressed, made sure he was clean, and began his through town towards the castle. He had no idea what this was going to be about... He hadn't committed any crimes. He lived a rather unremarkable existence. Why did the King want to see him?
He felt very small as he steadily approached the looming towers of the pristine, grandiose palace that took place in the center of town. Sylan lived at the edge of town, and sohe often forgot just how big the castle was... It was very intimidating considering what he was here for. He took a deep breath as he approached the knights guarding the castle's enormous front doors.
"State your business, citizen," one of them stated in a gruff, taciturn voice.
"I've been summoned to speak with the King... Sir..." Sylan replied somewhat meekly, holding up the letter. The guard took the paper, giving it a careful read.
"This is definitely the King's writing... Wonder what he wants with a peasant boy," he commented with a chuckle. He and his partner then slammed their spears into the ground three times each to signal the gates be opened.
"Proceed."
The gate steadily rose, and Sylan nervously walked past it. He opened the door that was behind it, stepping into the entrance hall. He was unable to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by just how big the place was. He didn't feel like he was indoors, he felt like he was in a great marble courtyard, with gilded decorations and fancy paintings adorning everything. He looked up to see not only an elaborate crystal chandelier, but that even the ceiling was painted with fancy patterns... Royalty really did live differently from peasants...
Steadily Sylan proceeded forward, up a grand staircase with an ornate blue and gold carpet at the end of the entrance hall. Atop these stairs was another massive pair of doors, which were also being overseen by guards. Sylan showed them the letter.
"Um... His Majesty is... Expecting me?"
The two saw the paper, and without a word they took hold of the door handles, slowly pulling the doors open. What Sylan saw was beautiful... Another blue and gold carpet led to a short staircase, upon which rested a spectacular golden throne. In the throne sat the ornately dressed man who had been awaiting Sylan. As the boy approached, he noticed the King's kindly blue eyes, and his perfectly straight, short black beard. The King seemed to study Sylan, who by comparison looked rather drab despite how well he brushed his short brown hair. It was cleae on the boy's face that he was nervous, and as he reached the foot of the staircase he knelt.
"Before I begin," the King's booming voice rang out, though calm in tone, "I must ask. Do you know why it is I have called you, a peasant, to my throne room?"
Sylan shook his head, taking a deep breath.
"I... I don't, your Majesty.... If I may be honest, I didn't think myself interesting enough to gain your attention..."
The King chuckled at that response, nodding his head.
"Under normal circumstances I suppose you would be correct. But these circumstances, I'm afraid, are far from normal... On your feet, boy."
Sylan stood, taking a deep breath as he looked up into the King'a face. He had so many questions, but he didn't want to upset the King by speaking out of turn.
"Allow me to explain..." The King continued, "Last night, a prophecy came to me in a dream. The goddess Arana appeared before me, and informed me of a coming disaster. A man known only as Calamity has amassed a powerful force of men and monsters... And the power to defeat them would be granted to an unremarkable boy. The face the Goddess revealed to me... It was yours, boy."
Sylan blinked. He was surprised... Because the dream sounded familiar.
"The Goddess... Arana?"
He thought back on it... He had a dream involving Arana last night... But he thought that it had just been a blasphemous wet dream...
"Judging from the look on your face, it seems these prophetic dreams are familiar to you. Are they not?"
"Well... I did have a dream last night, but..."
"By all means, share it. This could provide important information about defeating Calamity."
Well... It was an order...
"Well... Last night I did dream about Arana. She showed herself to me, and told me I had some sort of great destiny... She told me to seek out women, and that even though I couldn't fight, I had the ability to give other people powers... By..."
He stammered. Was this really okay to say what he was told to the King? He saw that the King was hanging on to his every word, and took another deep breath.
"By... Cumming inside them..." He whimpered. He really hoped he got the message across, and closed his eyes tightly in fear. This was going to get him executed, wasn't it...
"...This does sound suspect..." The King commented, "But it is fitting for Arana. She is indeed a Goddess of life and fertility."
Sylan opened his eyes, blushing very deeply. He was veey surprised that the King believed this, even though he was being honest...
"So... You think this is true, Your Majesty?"
"The forces of Calamity are indeed a real threat," the King responded, "As well, Arana showed me your face, and came to your dreams. There is little doubt in my mind that you are indeed Arana's Champion. What is your name?"
"Sylan, Your Majesty..."
"Well then Sylan, Chanpion of Arana, you are hereby given a royal mission. Follow the guidance of the Goddess, gather your warriors and assist our armies in the coming battle against Calamity."
Sylan stood at attention, somehow being given something of a confidence boost from that.
"Of course! I... I won't let you down, Your Majesty."
The King smiled, looking down at him.
"You will be given the same level of clearance to this castle as a knight. We have many capable warriors to choose from, I'm certain you will find at least one that you can grant power to."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I'll be sure to see what I can do."
The King stood up.
"You are dismissed... And I have a war council to attend to."
Sylan did as he was told, leaving the throme room, and the castle in general. He steadily walked back towards his home, his head swimming.
"I know what I said... But I have no idea how I'm gonna end up doing this. I'm terrible with women..."
He huffed, running his fingers through his hair. He then blinked as he then remembered something he had completely overlooked... Arana had actually specified something else when she was explaining this.
"That's right... She said something about the powers of the Warrior, the Mage, the Healer, the Thief and the Archer... So maybe those are the kinds of powers I can give?"
He still felt very weird about this... But it was a start. He was gonna take a day to settle his mind on this...
But after that, it was time to get laid for the sake of the world.