Miyako was finishing sweeping out his Магазин and was about to close down for the day. He was tired for he had an unusual amount of customers today. He passed by a Конфеты wrapper, probably left by some stupid teenager, he sighed, bent over and picked it up. His old Кости couldn't take much еще of this, he needed to retire. Just one еще year, he kept telling himself, and I'll retire. He took one last look around and thought that his Магазин looked pretty good, so Miyako set down his метла and locked up his store. He started to Переместить towards his car when he saw a limping figure in the distance. He skinted, and he was shocked when discored that it was that one boy from the village, Watanay Obanchone. Miyako ran across the paved street, to check him out. "Watanay? Are Ты alright?" "Yes Jopoi-san" (Jopoi is Miyako's family name). Despite what the boy said, it looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. "Watanay, why don't Ты come over to my house for dinner?"

"So then, something strange took over me, i'm not sure what but it made me turn into something with extraodinary power. I mean, my energy barely grazed his arm and he exploded into a gory mess!" Watanay was explaining the situation that he was in over ужин at Miyako's home. Watanay told him about the teens who attacked him, and thought that he might know something about it. " Watanay, Ты are young, so I really hate to tell Ты this, but Ты are one of the few thousand that have been blessed with the power of the Knakrow spirit." Watanay had no idea what this meant. "When Ты say blessed that makes it sound like a good thing, so then why are Ты sorry?" Miyako heaved a great sigh, of sorrow and empathy. "For most people, this would be considered a great, wonderful gift. But unfortunately, Ты were born into this group at a bad time." Miyako paused to take a bite of his excellent, spicy curry. A look of sadness was starting to overtake this old man's face. "Watanay, according to legend, Knakrow's most truly blessed child will build an army of other blessed followers, and will either save the world... или destroy it." Watanay displayed the same face of confusedness that he'd had all that night. "And... what exactly does that have to do with me," Watanay asked. "According to what Ты told me it makes me believe that Ты are Knakrow's most truly blessed child. But, a secret war between the good and evil of Knakrow's blessed has already begun, a young russian man named Mokistafe Knoru has already claimed that he is the most truly blessed of Knakrow's children. Mokistafe has already decided that he and his army shall conqueor the world. Thus, he is going to destroy it rather than save it. A spy for Mokistafe found out about Ты and noticed your yet unknown power from your powerful energy flowing from you. He informed Mokistafe and Mokistafe sent an assassin to get rid of his problem for him before Ты discovered your power." A tear went down the old man's eyes as he сказал(-а) this.
Watanay was shocked, the reason these people were after him was because he was the true chosen of these strange people. And the scariest part was that someone he knew had дана him up and let him get assassinated. "Jopoi-san, who betrayed me? Who was just going to let me die for a fake leader!" Watanay asked obviously angry now. "I'm sorry," The old man sobbed quietly, "it was me!"