The Sixth Wild One

Long ago, the Untited States government was over thrown by F.E.A.R., which means For Every And All Religions. A group of rebels called the Wild Ones rose up, but couldn't fully stop F.E.A.R.. The final words of the original Prophet spoke of a prophecy that five new rebels would rise from the ashes and defeat F.E.A.R.. Decades past and the prophecy was true. The Wild Ones and their army called the Legion Of The Black defeated F.E.A.R..

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The Prophet

We marched our army through the camp as the ones who stayed behind cheered. We made our way to the outskirts at sundown and had the Mystic cremate the fallen ones from the war. The camp celebrated the lives of our fallen ones during their cremation.

"Prophet!" Someone yelled. "Prophet I need you!"

A girl ran up to me, probably about ten years old, and pulled on my arm. "This is a dire emergancy! I need to talk to you now!" She started running back into camp. "C'mon!"

I looked over to Deviant, Mourner, Destroyer, and Mystic. They all looked at eachother and we started running after the girl. We caught up with her and she lead us into one of the toppled over empty water towers and lead us inside.

"My father used to be a part of the Legion, before he was killed by the shadows about a year ago. He would always stop at different towns all around the desert and collect books for me, since I love reading the stories of the original Wild Ones. "

"I do too." I smiled at her.

"That's why this book is important." She pulled out a book from the small stack on the table. "All the stories we were told were completly wrong." She slammed the book on the table.

The book was black and had a strange symbol on it that I wasn't familiar with. She opened it and the first page said,

"The Legendary Six"

"Wait." Deviant said. "There's only five of us. How can there be six? It's always been five."

"But look. It says it right here 'The Beginning Story of the Wild Ones: The Prophet, The Deviant, The Destroyer, The Mourner, The Mystic, and The Dreamer'. And if you guys are here, that means there's a sixth member somewhere out in the desert that needs to be saved!"

"Shh!" I said to her. "This discussion must only be spoken in a whisper. Nothing more. "

She nodded her head and closed the book. She picked it up from the table and held it out to me.

"Take it. It's far more important for your sakes than mine. "

I took the book from her and nodded my head. We walked out of the girl's home and made our way to the Wild Ones home base. Its the only building in the camp that isn't damaged or toppled over. We went inside and sat around the table in the middle of the main room.

"I don't know about you guys, but we need to find this dude. " Destroyer said.

"I agree with Destroyer. " Mourner said.

"How are we supposed to find him?" I asked.

They all shrugged. Mystic was the first one to say something for nearly five minutes.

"Don't you guys remember how we met? We were all lead to one place. Maybe he'll come to us ." Mystic said.

"Then it's settled. But how come he never showed up when we were at war?" I asked.

We sat in silence once again. We finally decided to sleep on it and figure it out in the morning. I laid down on my bed, which was just a matress and a blanket, and closed my eyes. I saw an image of Mystic by his hideaway outside of the camp. He was carrying a girl, maybe thirteen or so.

I woke up in a jolt and looked over at many other drawings I did after having visions like this . I quickly drew a sketch of the vision and finally went to sleep.

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