Something falls from the sky; stranger than a falling star or charred void-rock, and eagerly sought by many hands.
It landed with a startling thud in the driveway - a brilliant silver sword with a holy aura - and shook for a moment from the impact. The concrete was cracked all the way down to the street. Dad was not going to be happy about this one. I clenched my fists and looked up at the sky. The wind whipped around my hair - dyed an unassuming brown from its natural blue - and I could feel fate calling to me. My eye twitched in annoyance.
"I already told you, I'm not going to be your damn Chosen One! Pick someone else already!"