Behind the Scenes: Chapter One

The Fifth Era, the kingdom of Spiralia
It wasn't that he was mistreated or unlucky, but Young John always claimed he was here for a greater purpose. Though the reactions would vary, a slap from Father, a chuckle from Mother, a deep sigh from his older brother. But they all sent the same message, a one of doubt. That was until one day, when the great Dragon Lord came. An evil being, bent on destroying everything in its path, most of all hope, though it would settle for farms, villages, towns, and castles. That was until one day hope came, in the form of an ancient prophecy, to their little town. Like most things, someone does not seen in a while, it was first welcomed with great happiness, but soon they realized why it had left in the first place. The prophecy was just far too unlikely. For it contained information of a specific young boy, one that would be very happy to learn he was a chosen one, John. The townspeople pushed away the prophecy as a prank. Though some were almost ready to try anything.
They were right to be suspicious of the far too convenient coincidence. But it was not a prank, far from it. It was the doing of a group of beings older then anyone knew, and had seen the course of history again and again. They lived on this consistency, it was their life blood, and as they fed on it more and more a means to power. They made sure of this consistency by creating a hero in each Era, who would slay a monster, and so on and so forth. It always happened this way, and they felt, always would.