"I think you have me confused with someone else, I'm just a guy trying to get back home and put all this crazy s**t behind me." Joe said, the pile of rags stood up from the throne and moved toward him, he backed up defensively.
"We have been waiting for you Joe, for it has been foretold. The child of the gods would arrive at Makasha-Mandoro, his scent would make aware all those, the creatures of magic. His power a wellspring and his love bound by blood and fate." She was in front of him now a scrawny thing, covered in what looked like 50 pounds of rags, the rags were wet and she had a musty smell that somehow reminded Joe of the ocean. "Your love will topple both worlds, it will rage against the laws of nature itself, leaving fire and destruction in its wake. It will burn brighter tha
