"People watched over by the world, the children of destiny, or perhaps the heroines?"
"From the moment you were born, each of you carried a fate that ordinary people could never perceive. You may have been born exceptionally gifted, or perhaps happened to receive some outside help and taken a path unlike that of ordinary people, setting out to complete the trials and missions given to you by the world."
Norse closed his notebook and looked up at the beautiful girls in his general store. Each had a different bearing, but they all looked at him with extraordinary warmth in their eyes. He explained that the reason their lives would become so tumultuous and extraordinary at some point was more or less what he had just described.
"So that's why you hit on us?"
Someone asked. Norse nodded, admitting that was indeed the reason, and that he desperately needed them to preserve his humanity. His words seemed to ignite some long-banked emotion. When he woke the next morning, he found himself tied up tight, unable to move his hands or feet, sprawled out on the bed. His "heroines" were all staring at him menacingly: the once-conservative sister nuns, the two lady knights in red and blue, and everyone else. They all looked like they wanted to "eat" him, and none of this looked good.
What should he do? His heroines seem a little... off.
