The Tower Sounded

The tower sounded and all eyes turned to face it, weapons fell to the ground, warriors from all sides gripped their wounds and wiped the blood off their faces. Every being knew what that sound meant, the call for the end, the call for the one. Who would answer the call?

Funny how the stories always jump straight to the hero, but what they never tell you is how the hero is chosen. The tower sounded again, a different sound. Some grab their ears, falling to their knees, heads bowing to the ground, not worthy. Again, the tower sounds. Some start to shake, some realizing and watch there arms twitch out in front of them wondering what is happening before they too collapse on the ground, nope these are not worthy. This time, when the tower sounded the some of the survivors looked around at the others, realize that the being that they are making eye contact isn't the only one turning to mist. Only a few are left when the tower sounds again. A pure wave shoots from the top and straight up, those who shield their eyes feel the warmth of blood on their face. These beings are clearly not worthy.

The few handfuls that are left when the tower sounds for the final time close their eyes as they realize they leave the battlefield, but only seven find themselves opening their eyes to the light and a tired face as they are born with purpose.