He watched the three brothers from the shadows as they walked home. The two eldest boys ran around the youngest. They always called him the ‘baby’, poking and prodding him until tears overflowed onto his cheeks.
“I hate being the baby,” the boy screamed as his brothers ran away laughing.
He smiled as he watched. The boy had no idea the destiny that awaited him. He would soon be the savior of their world, the one chosen to lead the war against the darkness. His brothers would soon bow down to him. He would never again be the baby.
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