The title is pretty self-explanatory. Still, I should say something . . . Buy Crossing Bedlam for 99 cents because it has NOTHING to do with destiny.
- You get the feeling you’re being watched. Not by anyone around you or anything in the shadows. The laptop webcam has been covered by duct tape and the shades are drawn too. Still, you can’t get over the idea that there is a large crowd of people watching your every move. (If you’re on an HBO show then this includes bathing.)
- There is a strange mark on your body that is either easily covered or people ignore it unless it’s the focal point of an event. You’re not sure where the thing came from or why getting laser surgery always results in the machine exploding. The mark itches whenever you go near certain areas like libraries, graveyards, warehouses, or that one door in your high school locker room. There’s also that old guy in a robe that is repeatedly pointing at the thing and making spooky noises.
- Demons wiped out your family on your birthday. This is not a subtle sign, especially since they did it before you got to eat your cake. As if every chosen hero has to avoid sugar and carbs?
- You have a reoccurring dream that involves an unknown symbol, the voice of a god, and a flash of light at the end. Some nights there are shadows in there to attack you or other times an unfamiliar object that you strongly desire. The only thing you do know is that a deity is getting a kick to the nuts for destroying your sleep pattern. You’re failing mathematics because of grogginess . . . at least that’s what you’re telling the teacher, principal, and your parents.
- At some point in your life, you learned some type of combat. Learned is stretching the term too because you’re naturally good at this. The whole thing comes disturbingly easy and you’re repeatedly told that nobody has ever mastered this skill so quickly. At least until your destiny calls for a mistake or the gods want a chuckle. Then, you trip over your own foot, roll blindly across the floor, and take out an entire cheerleader squad.
- The horrible state of the world doesn’t phase you. Not in an apathetic or submissive way like most people. There is a sense that the end is near and you will have a hand in it’s arrival. As long as the inevitable mentor doesn’t catch you on a day when you don’t care about other people. It’s also possible that you might sleep late and miss whatever event was designed to trigger your destiny.
- A god shows up and tells you. Not subtle, but less traumatic than your family becoming a demonic buffet. Though not by much.