I awoke in bed to find I was completely surrounded by ninjas!
Adorned all in black, they were the night, they were the shadows. I began to sit up and scream when one of them lightly jumped on my chest, putting his hand over my mouth.
“No noise.” He didn’t seem to speak using his mouth (or at least I didn’t see it move through his mask), but I could hear him.
I nodded my head. His voice carried the type of gravity that it would have felt wrong to react any differently.
“You have been chosen,” he said to me in his deep and very dramatically slow voice. “The world is in peril and we need you. The elders looked into their green smoke and found you. You will be trained at the top of the great ghost mountain in the way of the specter ninjas. It is our sacred duty to protect the Earth from all of the perils the commons do not know about. You will join us in fighting the giant rock lizards of Mars, the beautiful Venus army, and the ravenous smelting beasts.”
He removed his hand from my mouth and sat up. “The specter ninjas need you. You are to be our new leader, our hope. Scott Southern…”
“Scott Southard,” I corrected.
I couldn’t exactly see the ninja’s expression, but I knew it was confused. “Excuse me?”
“My name is Scott Southard, not Scott Southern. It is a common mistake.”
The ninjas looked around at each other and in a flash of green smoke they were gone.
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