Miyako was finishing sweeping out his tindahan and was about to close down for the day. He was tired for he had an unusual amount of customers today. He passed sa pamamagitan ng a kendi wrapper, probably left sa pamamagitan ng some stupid teenager, he sighed, bent over and picked it up. His old Buto couldn't take much madami of this, he needed to retire. Just one madami year, he kept telling himself, and I'll retire. He took one last look around and thought that his tindahan looked pretty good, so Miyako set down his walis and locked up his store. He started to ilipat towards his car when he saw a limping figure in the distance. He skinted, and he was shocked when discored that it was that one boy from the village, Watanay Obanchone. Miyako ran across the paved street, to check him out. "Watanay? Are you alright?" "Yes Jopoi-san" (Jopoi is Miyako's family name). Despite what the boy said, it looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. "Watanay, why don't you come over to my house for dinner?"

"So then, something strange took over me, i'm not sure what but it made me turn into something with extraodinary power. I mean, my energy barely grazed his arm and he exploded into a gory mess!" Watanay was explaining the situation that he was in over hapunan at Miyako's home. Watanay told him about the teens who attacked him, and thought that he might know something about it. " Watanay, you are young, so I really hate to tell you this, but you are one of the few thousand that have been blessed with the power of the Knakrow spirit." Watanay had no idea what this meant. "When you say blessed that makes it sound like a good thing, so then why are you sorry?" Miyako heaved a great sigh, of sorrow and empathy. "For most people, this would be considered a great, wonderful gift. But unfortunately, you were born into this group at a bad time." Miyako paused to take a bite of his excellent, spicy curry. A look of sadness was starting to overtake this old man's face. "Watanay, according to legend, Knakrow's most truly blessed child will build an army of other blessed followers, and will either save the world... or destroy it." Watanay displayed the same face of confusedness that he'd had all that night. "And... what exactly does that have to do with me," Watanay asked. "According to what you told me it makes me believe that you are Knakrow's most truly blessed child. But, a secret war between the good and evil of Knakrow's blessed has already begun, a young russian man named Mokistafe Knoru has already claimed that he is the most truly blessed of Knakrow's children. Mokistafe has already decided that he and his army shall conqueor the world. Thus, he is going to destroy it rather than save it. A spy for Mokistafe found out about you and noticed your yet unknown power from your powerful energy flowing from you. He informed Mokistafe and Mokistafe sent an assassin to get rid of his problem for him before you discovered your power." A tear went down the old man's eyes as he sinabi this.
Watanay was shocked, the reason these people were after him was because he was the true chosen of these strange people. And the scariest part was that someone he knew had ibingiay him up and let him get assassinated. "Jopoi-san, who betrayed me? Who was just going to let me die for a fake leader!" Watanay asked obviously angry now. "I'm sorry," The old man sobbed quietly, "it was me!"