The Tale of Two (Chapter 1 is up)

A new story, with a new title. A hero of a prophecy, a dark being, and a skinny white dude with no arms...

I was being crushed in the hand of a giant monster. As I the last of my life was being squeezed out of me, I remembered what brought me here in the first place. I read a prophecy about a dark being who would take over the world only to be stopped by a being of light. It's too late to find out now. I just want the pain to stop. If only I wouldn't be dieing so slowly. Just then, my life flashed before my eyes...
Me and my friend Jack had found out about an ancient temple on a remote island. We sailed there using the map we were given. "What do you think we'll find on this island?" asked Jack. "I'm not sure," came my reply. All I knew was the treasure was supposed to be breath-taking. We finally arrived at the island. It was barren. No bird chirped, or snakes hissed. Only the sound of the waves could be heard. We went through the jungle, recieving nicks and scratches from thorns and other assorted plants. Once we made it to the temple, even the outside was breath-taking. It was enormous. Many strange and intimidating statues stood outside the entrance, as a way to tell all to stay away. I was excited to see what was inside. I ran in, leaving Jack in the dust. Jack ran in after me, he yelled something to me, but I couldn't hear him. Suddenly, I felt one of the floor stones sink into the ground slightly. I hurriedly duck out of the way of the knives that flew out of the walls. By this time, Jack had caught up. "I thought I told you to be careful," he said teasingly and out of breath. I smiled weakly. "We better be more careful from here on out," I answered.
We carefully trekked through the seemingly endless tunnels, avoiding any and all traps that were laid before us. The two of us finally made it to a large, empty room. The walls were blank, except for the opposite wall which had a message written on it. Jack was disappointed that this was all there was, no treasure or anything of value. I stepped across the room to get a closer look at the message on the wall. "Jack!" I called. "Look at this!" The message on the wall stated this:
Oh, brave ones. Ye hath made it to this room, ye be brave souls indeed. Only the true hero of the prophecy could have made it this far. The hero who will save this world from utter doom. Ye be that hero. Go forth now brave hero and save this world from the dark being who will try to take it over.
"What does it mean? A hero of the prophecy?" asked Jack. "Well," I answered. "It says that this planet is doomed, and I'm the hero who will save it from utter destrution and chaos, etc., etc.," Jack chuckled at that. "You, a hero? You've got to be kidding me!" he laughed. "You couldn't save the world from from an ice cream sandwich!" He was laughing even harder now. "Well, that's what the prophecy says," I reminded him. "So I must be that hero." Jack stopped laughing. "Who knows." he stated. "We'll just have to find out."

To be continued...