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KartChater Rooberg

16th Jan 2025

Kart, The Chosen One

"Every day is just like the last," Kart sighed as she looked out at the Viljandi lake. "Who would ever think I was special?" Her friends, Imara and Kia, giggled nearby. "You just don’t know yet, Kart!" exclaimed Imara, with a twinkle in her eye. "Today is the day we’ll find out!" Kia chimed in. Kart shook her head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but deep inside, a spark of curiosity began to flicker. Unbeknownst to her, Archangels watched over this ordinary girl, waiting for the moment she would discover her true purpose.

A young girl named Kart, 23 years old, with a square-shaped face and dark hazel albino blue eyes, looking out over Viljandi lake with a curious expression, wearing a simple outfit, soft sunset light, peaceful landscape, high quality, dreamy atmosphere

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air shimmered with magic. Suddenly, a soft melody danced through the air, and Kart felt a pull towards its source. With each step, her heart beat faster, matching the rhythm of 100 beats per minute. At that moment, light swirled around her, and she was able to see flashes of her birth: the clock striking 13:30 PM, her mother singing Michael Jackson's “Black or White” as she took her first breath. "I’m special!" Kart gasped, realizing she was not just an ordinary girl, but the Chosen One.

A swirl of magical light surrounding Kart as she follows a soft melody, her face glowing with wonder, with the background showing a vibrant sunset and silhouettes of trees, captivating colors, enchanted feel, high quality, fantasy scene

Kart's gasp echoed in the cool evening air, attracting the attention of her friends. Imara and Kia rushed to her side, their eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. 'What happened?' Kia asked breathlessly, her gaze darting between Kart and the mysterious light. Kart, her eyes shimmering with newfound understanding, replied, 'I heard a song... and I saw the day I was born. I think it's a sign, a sign that I am the Chosen One!' Her voice was filled with awe and a hint of fear, but mostly a sense of wonder at what her future might hold.

As the melody faded, a gentle breeze swept through the trees, carrying with it the whispers of the Archangels. Kart smiled, feeling their presence surrounding her like a warm embrace. 'This is only the beginning,' she murmured to herself, determination and excitement bubbling within her. Imara and Kia linked arms with her, their faces lit with anticipation. Together, they turned towards the path ahead, ready to embrace the adventure that awaited, knowing that Kart’s journey as the Chosen One would unfold in the most extraordinary ways.