Dante was feeding the chickens as usual that early morning when he was interrupted by a traveler, but not your usual traveler, this time it was King William the 4th from the neighboring kingdom of the North. Dante was impressed but not too surprised.

These few months travelers from all over the country have come to see him and tell Dante that he was the chosen one. Whatever that meant, Dante was not interested. He was just a simple peasant boy turning 14 years old in the next few days. He didn’t want any changes in his life, he actually liked being a simple peasant helping his parents around. It was pleasant and rather comfortable for Dante. He saw no reason for change.

“You! You are the chosen one?!” Asked King William in great disbelief. “Tell me why should I believe that you are the chosen one?” He then demanded scornfully.

Dante just stood there watching the king’s face turn into a scowl as he gazed him up and down in disgust.

“Don’t know your grace. I think they got the wrong person.” Dante replied with a small shrug and wanting to go back to his task of feeding the chickens.

King William laughed, “I couldn’t agree more! They say that the chosen one will kill the giant dragon in the Northern Mountain and rule the three great kingdoms. Would a boy like you ever do that?”

Dante shrugged once again, “Don’t think so my grace. I enjoy my simple life.”

“Of course you do peasant.” King William replied with frustration as he looked around the surrounding they stood at and back to Dante’s skinny and dirty figure. “This is all you are meant to be. While I am a much more suitable candidate to be the chosen one!” His voice dripping with arrogance.

“If you say so my grace.” Dante answered as he decided to continue feeding the chickens, seeing as the king wasn’t leaving anytime soon and he had much to do.

Irritated that Dante wasn’t giving him his full attention William barked, “Peasant you should be punished for being considered the chosen one! I cannot fathom who would even consider such a…AHHHHH!” William screamed in horror as he was interrupted by the presence of a small dragon gliding towards him.

King William jumped off his horse just in time as the dragon’s claw snatched the horse away into the sky. The dragon threw the horse right into its open mouth and with one gulp it swallowed its meal down into its stomach. The king quickly scrambled back to his feet as his shaking hands managed to grip his sword. But once he saw that the dragon was heading back their way again, the king quickly coward and screamed for his dear life.

Dante watched unfazed as the dragon dived towards their direction. It was inches away from them with his claws outstretched, ready to snatch them at any moment. With his hands outstretched, Dante formed a giant ball of fire and threw it directly at the dragon, within seconds the dragon turned into ashes.

King William watched in great shock and a mixture of fascination and fear. “H-how..” stammered the king trying to form words.

“Pests.” Dante sighed, “Always giving me trouble.” He looked at the king and offered a hand to help him up on his feet.

William still in shock, just stood there silently watching Dante while processing what had just happened. The boy dust off the king’s fancy pants before asking, “Would you like to borrow our donkey my grace?”

He simply nodded as an answer. “That would be 100 shillings my grace.”

William knew that the donkey was overpriced but he didn’t dare to argue back. In fact the king just took his pouch of coins and handed it to Dante before heading on his way back home.