Prophecies lie, and people suffer for it. By putting all faith in a solitary One chosen by destiny, there is nothing for hope to do but fall when the foretold hero is crushed under the gargantuan foot of Ragnarok’s metallic harbinger.
And so it was with little fanfare that Ulfric rode out to meet the enemy. Standing boldly before the bionic giant, humanity’s second best hope smiled, ruefully. He felt no pressure. After all, the only thing expected of him was death.
Spectacularly, he disappointed everyone, cutting the colossus down and leaving mankind abundant time to destroy itself as foretold.
This was written for jewel1307's Challenge Corner. Based it off the image there on the side.
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This Heart Got Teeth
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