Luke was born with the ability to peer into the future. His power had great potential, but it manifested in quite simple ways, so his fame never really went far past the borders of the town in which he grew up. As a very young child, he was well liked as he’d see the occasional stormy weather approaching or was able to tell a couple whether their child would be a son or a daughter a few weeks before the delivery. He lived a largely happy life.
There was one fact, however that grew more and more apparent as Luke grew older. Once he had seen the future, it was set in stone. There was no changing it no matter what anyone did; some interpretation of his vision would come true.
Thus, it was not well received news when he, at the young age of 10 saw his town getting attacked by a big bad wolf. Everyone but himself, of course. The townsfolk, turned on him. They refused to believe he was telling them the truth. It was their only hope, because if he was not lying, they would all surely perish.
Luke spent the next 2 years being ridiculed and shunned. Even so, he tried to warn everyone. But they simply labeled him as The Boy Who Cried Wolf and ignored his warnings for their own happiness.
When the day of the attack finally arrived, the town held a festival to reassure themselves that nothing was wrong. But Luke had had enough. He ran out of town at dawn and sat alone in the nearby woods all day, listening to the insects buzzing around him.
He finally went back to town near sunset and found a massacre. Every man, woman and child he had every known. His own family. All lost in a sea of crimson, decorated in the yellows and oranges of a harvest festival.
Luke, now an adult, travels alone, sure that his power is a cruse. Atleast he was alone, till he met a group of people that had already faced horrors beyond any of which he could tell them.
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But if y’all would rather be VC while I type that’s fine too. I just do better texting
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