St. Michael

     My nearest seat partner, Michael, unbeknownst to him, has a destiny to fulfill. A student by occupation and a Wrestler by training, He lives his life unassumingly, doing what needs to be done, generally being a typical young man. From a very young age his father taught him, bestowed unto him all the intricate knowledge of, the art of the fight. Michael wrestles, for the school, and he's quite good at it. But to him its just a few trophies on the wall, a newspaper headline, something to ride through high school alongside. He doesn't know Why his father taught him, doesn't know what he's never been told.
     There is a small town in northern Whales, nestled up close to the mountains, buried beneath towering conifer's shadows. In the hills above this town there lives a very real and ancient evil. A great winged serpent of lore, terrorizing the residents of this isolated outpost. There was a prophecy written in the early days of the  Dark Times, that one day a child would be born who would slay the foul immortal beast, and lift the shackles of fear that bind the people to the land. Michael's ancestors came to the new world, there were some of the lucky few that escaped their small village. They lived in the states and became prosperous, their posterity roving far and wide over the virgin land. But no matter where they went, from Boston to the San Francisco Bay, they kept the prophecy alive, passed it down from generation to generation.
     What Michael's father has never told him, the reason for all that has happened in his life, is that this prophecy is coming true. Michael will someday stumble upon a lost book, writings from the early Whalens in America. And he will learn of what must be done. He will attempt to continue his studies in the States, but living with the knowledge of his destiny will prevent his old life from bearing fruit. His labors will seem meaningless, trivial even compared to the overwhelming fate which calls to him. He will travel back to the old country, roving from inn to inn, picking up snippets of legend from eavesdropping in honest little pubs. He will walk, through trial and tribulation, the rugged paths of the mountains looking for signs of his for bearers, retracing his roots through the Welsh countryside. Then he will find it, the road least, nay-never traveled upon, with its dark corridors and wicked overhangs, its perilous cliffs and its rock strewn pavement.He will trudge upon this road too its source, his own source, the birthplace of everything that he was ever meant to be. He will know what needs to be done, his training as a warrior will guide him, and his ancestry will show him the way.
     He will Find himself in the old cathedral, in the crypts beneath the font, and taking the sword of the Great Michael, his foretelling namesake, will make his way up the mountain's steep unforgiving slopes. The rest is destiny and to reveal it here would pervert fate itself. Allow me the simple say that Michael Whalen was born to do great things.