The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned

Theworldfroze.Literallyfroze.Thechatteringstudents,thefallingcherryblossomsoutsidethewindow,eventhedustmotesintheair–allsuspendedinperfectstillness.“Ohwonderfulhero,”amelodiousvoiceechoedthroughtheroom.“Yourworldfacesaterriblecrisis,andyouhavebeenchosento—”“No,”hesaidflatly.Apause.Thenashimmerofgoldenlightcoalescedintotheformofabeautifulwomaninflowingrobes.Sheblinkedathim.“I...what?”“Isaidno.I'mnotinterestedinwhateverquestordestinyyou'reselling.Picksomeoneelse.”Thegoddess'sperfectfeaturescreasedinconfusion.“But...butyou'vebeenchosen!Theprophecyspeaksofawarriorwithafiercespirit,onewho—”“Lady,Idon'tcareaboutyourprophecy.I'vegotenoughproblemsherewithoutaddingsomefantasyworld'sissuestothemix.Nowun-freezetimeandleavemealone.”“Youdon'tunderstand,”shepressed.“OurworldisbeingravagedbytheDemonKing'sarmies!Millionswilldiewithout—”