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"Have we exhausted all possible ways to divine the future?" The advisor closest to the young king asked with some trepidation. The king, though still young in the faces of his advisors, was wise beyond his years. He heard this and laughed, startling the courtiers around him. The king laughing in this dangerous time? Was he mad? "Your highness? Is there something amusing in our predicament?" One of the newer advisors asked, wary of speaking maybe out of turn. "No, gentlemen, I'm sorry. But one does not simply exhaust ways of divination, for there is one that has been tried and true through the ages." He sat back in his high backed and rathe

He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods. Or so he was told and so he believed. His men worshipped him, women wove tapestries portraying his feats, poets wrote epics of his might. There was nowhere he fought that he did not win and through this he believed himself near immortal. He was indeed a ruler of all he set out to conquer. He was indeed a mighty lord over his people. He was indeed a wonder of man. But he was man. And the day he was taught, and told, and believed, the day that he knew for absolute certain would not come, had arrived. And as the blade pierced his flesh, he was reminded as all men are one day reminded, that he

"To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions." The old saying was prominent in my mind as I was backed against the brass plated wall of what was left of the firefighter memorial. They had me surrounded. The men, I think they were men, were each pointing a gun at me. They were covered head to toe in metal. I was still only wearing my bullet proof vest and the long, strange, sword I had pulled from a body in the street. Did they mean to kill us all? I could hear the sound of fire crackling and buildings crumbling, of screaming women and vengeful men. I knew now that we didn't matter. They would kill all resistance anyway.

"Yet, even in his deathless state... Even when it seemed he had lived through all there was to live for... Even though he desperately craved his own end just to make eternity shorter... He kept looking up. Kept counting the stars. Kept telling the stories and kept recording the history of the world as he saw it. No, I don't think he's gone and, honestly my child, I don't think he ever will be." And with that, the young man with with the old eyes patted the girl on the head and smiled a knowing smile before walking off into the evening light. She could swear she could hear, as he walked from the steps of the ruined apartment, counting. Countin

"...master of a million worlds by might of his inexhaustible armies.." "I'm done with this ridiculous bullshit." Said one of the younger patrons of the bar where a man had taken to telling a legend of the emperor. Everyone knows that's just stories. The young man walked out from the bar in a huff, he hated those stories. It suddenly felt cold and the wind picked up so he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and started to walk home. Suddenly a gust of wind nearly blew him over and a blinding white light shone right on top of him. He shielded his eyes with one hand enough to look up at the enormous helicopter above him before wincing as f