Clive was startled when the Lightning struck and hit him next thing he knew he was standing in this weird place surrounded by around 40 different people.
“Owww my fucking head holy fuck that was loud where is that annoying little shit Tim? ….. Wait, where the hell am I?” thought Clive as he slowly opened his eyes as he looked around.
“This is definitely not the farm but looks like I finally escaped that annoying place! If it wasn’t for the amazing weeds by the barn I would have run away years ago, making me work every day and then deal with that annoying kid going on and on about being a hero, and god forbid if I heard one more finishing move name I was going to drown myself! Wait... why can I think so clearly now? More importantly how the hell did I get here?!”
As Clive looked around concerned as he was in a giant room of some sort. There was a complex circle drawing of some sort on the ground and he was in the middle, the smell was a mix of berries, blood, and sweat. The berries tugged at Clive’s stomach, having not eaten enough of his favorite weed back at the barn, whatever hunger he could summon was lost at later smells. On the sides of where he stood were what looked like huge trees that reached to the sky creating this huge space way bigger than the crappy stall Clive slept in before. Somehow there was enough light to see everyone from just a few lanterns and an opening super high up, where one could barely see a cloud pass with a strain of the eyes. The 40 people standing on the edge of this ritual circle were all almost all moaning seemingly in pain while holding and rubbing their eyes. Some shook their heads fiercely as if to shake off something, but alas none of these people looked familiar to startled Clive. Some of these people were in robes of different color, some in armor, a few in dark green while a few were in yellow or silver, some did not look like humans at all. There were a few close ones that stood out to Clive, being smaller than Clive himself and there were a few that were way too tall, bigger than Tim’s scary Grandpa in his full armor even. Then there was the one really loud guy with some ugly dude with a huge sword on his back beside him. These two seemed important as they stood on this raised stone platform with the ones in armor close by. The platform contained a huge stone chair pointed towards where Clive stood. Clive was expecting that Tim’s grandfather had hauled him off to help someone elses farm again but thankfully that did not seem to be the case but this was the strangest event in this Donkey's life thus far and needless to say he was pretty freaked out.
Clive was never what one would consider dumb, he was a regular Donkey and no one really knows what goes on in those donkey brains but none of the humans around Clive ever called him dumb as if they did they would receive a swift kicking. Clive having his own pride would never put up with such bull shit. Even then he was never able to think and express himself in his mind so clearly before. That lightning strike did something to him, it changed him and made his brain more human like. Whether this was good or bad time would tell but Clive thought it was good for now it meant he was able to think of many ways to get to his favorite snacks.
Clive looked around unimpressed by all these humans, especially the one with the long red robe, thinking
“That can’t be practical can it? I remember Tim tried wearing some sort of robe like that once he kept stepping on it and falling face first. What did he say his name was, King Anthon the something or other.. It was so long I sort of forgot to pay attention, I really need to get it together here or I might miss something about food. The loud guy seems to be important and I was brought here for some reason or other. But what would they want from me? I am just a Donkey but something is weird here. Best I act normal, maybe they will just feed me and let me loose.”
“…...WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A DONKEY!” King Anthon the 13th of his name yelled
“I did not ask to be here you scary loon” Thought Clive looking toward this yelling King.
“Dave! What the fuck is going on… this can’t be right? Did you really just waste all that gold, mana crystals, dragon blood and bone, for a fucking donkey?!” King Anthon bellowed livily towards Dave the Priest.
Everyone else had not regained their sight yet wondering what the King was talking about, they only knew he was livid, and then they saw it… or rather they saw Clive.
Clive looked exactly like any other Donkey in this kingdom used only for working fields and occasionally food in harsh times. He had a brown grayish coat, hooves, a short main and a long face. Everyone was shocked and did not know what to do, this was the hero the hope of the world?!
Frank stared wide eyed at the Donkey and then looked towards the priests and those running the ritual, slowly reaching towards his sword so he could teach these church fools why he was called Chopper.
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The different priests and ritual controllers all stared at one another mummering scared as the King was raising his voice and Frank was pulling out his sword. They just knew that whatever happened their lives were going to be forfeit over it.
Priest Dave hurriedly ran to the king and kneeled,
“King Anthon the 13th of his name, once leader of the Blades of Green, Defender of All, The Kind King, please calm yourself the God of Destiny is speaking to me”
Priest Dave was bathed in a bright light from seemingly nowhere and slowly started levitating, Frank stepped forward ready to attack if Dave showed any weird intentions.
“King Anthon the 13th of his name, once leader of the Blades of Green, Defender of All, The Kind King, The Mighty the God of Destiny has spoken to me.”
King Anthon Glared “Dave what did this so called God say? Speak quickly your life depends on it…”
“King Anthon the God of Destiny has ordained this is your Hero, although some mistakes were made this IS our hero Destiny has ordained it. The God of Destiny has told me he has already gifted the chosen Hero with powers including higher intelligence so he should understand us.
“Hero? That sounds like a lot of work. I’ll just act normal, hopefully they will let me go soon.” Clive thought to himself.
King Anthon glanced at Clive then Dave then Clive then Dave..
One of the Council members Quin who was wearing a brown robe like 4 others near him stepped forward with a smug smile
Quin was an annoying son of a bitch at least Frank thought so. He was always trying to get the King to give him more money or raise taxes to spend for “the people '' only to then waste it on the brothel or in some underground scheme. Whenever they needed to have a serious meeting he would come in drunk. He would have been killed long ago by Frank but Quins father Dennis gave his life to protect the people in the last war and was viewed as a savior by everyone.
Quin was all too ready to impress the King but never in the right way. Never by battle for the people only ever by naive boyish whims. Whenever bad shit went down or was discovered in the city somehow or another Quiins hand was in it and the council planned to have a meeting soon to deal with him but the Demons took precedence over all else especially with an expensive ritual such as summoning a hero.
“Don’t listen to this madman, your Majesty he is lying to save his own skin! A hero Donkey who would believe that! I, Quin son of Dennis, will kill this beast so we can convene this pointless meeting and go get drunk after this waste of time!”
Frank just rolled his eyes knowing Quin would fuck this up somehow or another and they would all pay for his stupid mistake.
“Wait kill me? For what?!” Clive thought
Quin unsheathed his sword and walked forward raising it up ready to strike down Clive.
Clive turned his head as Quin approached quickly from behind, “I am not going to just let you kill me you ugly freak!” Clive closed his eyes, kicking out with all his might towards the man behind him ready to run as soon as it connected, “I might not kill him but I have to get away!”
~~Boom~~
“What the fuck was that noise! Why didn’t I connect?!” Clive could not afford to wait; he ran forward as fast as he could when he got close to the edge of the circle on the floor. He opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at his attacker.
Everyone was stunned, especially King Anthon and Frank; they were war hardened men, they had survived fighting against the countless horrors of the demons but never had they seen something like this….
At this moment everyone had the exact same thought-
“That donkey kicked his fucking head off!?!”