Fanfic: Who is this peasant?!

For a short series I've had in mind (titled: The 10 Stages of Befriending a Strange Eaglelandian Hero). Focuses on the growing friendship between Poo & Ness during their adventures. Basically, rivals to rivals but with a friendship bonus xd

Also, this first part is based off a comic I made.

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"Farewell, my prince! You are finally ready to meet the chosen hero."

These words from his master confirmed it. After years upon years of intensive training, Prince Poo, hier to the throne of Dalaam, was about to undergo the most important mission of his life. He would be assisting the chosen boy in saving the world. 

Just knowing today was the day was enough to send the young prince's heart racing. For a moment, even if only for a minute, it felt like only good things could happen to him today. For the first time, it no longer hurt him to remember his trials. He felt as if none of the girls from around the palace would come fawning over him ever again. Even feelings of loneliness and isolation that he felt in his private life seemed to have disappeared from his spirit. 

"Farewell, Master" the prince replied back.

He proceeded to channel his thoughts to perform PSI Teleportation. Then, in a gust of wind, he disappeared.

Today, Prince Poo would leave his kingdom. And for the first time in his life, he would taste foreign air.

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Strong winds hit the town of Summers, and Poo appeared in a flash at the scene. The soft ground took him by surprise and the sloshing waves sang to his ears - he would be meeting the chosen hero at a beach. On instinct, the young prince knelt down in front of the first person he noticed, with his right hand over his heart. 

He was so dedicated to his mission that he dismissed any nearby voices that could be coming between him and his new master... he heard a nearby voice sigh some words in English -- something about a cake... 

Poo ignored this and proceeded with his greeting. "My name is Poo," he stated loudly, ignoring the confusion that responded back. "I am the one who will fight beside you. I am the servant of Ness. I will obey Ness. Ness!"

At last, Poo looked up to the mysterious boy that he knelt before... And the revelation of his identity struck the prince like lightning. 

Who?! This is  the Eaglelandian hero my master spoke of?! 

Ness was not a muscular, older boy with clear visual indicators of his glorious history -- the kind of warrior that Poo dreamt of his whole life. In comparison to all the passerbys that surrounded them, Ness was for sure dressed like a peasant. He was a little chubbier than your average well-fed Dalaamese child, and  - from hearing his earlier statement about some kind of strange cake - he just barely hit puberty. On top of that, Ness appeared to be younger than the prince by at least two years. This all came to a shock. 

But, Poo needed not to distract himself. No matter what he thought, this boy ...Ness... was the apparent saviour of the world, and he needed to do as his masters told him. 

"My life is in your hands," Poo concluded finally, albeit shakily.

From what it appeared, Ness seemed to be bewildered as well, except he was hiding it so terribly. A smile was frozen on his face. Then he uttered with a forced cheerfulness, "Okay!" 

That was it. 

Excuse me?! the prince thought. Poo tried his best not to interpret such a response as disrespect, but overwhelmed with the substance of the entire encounter, this was how he wanted to interpret it. He was feeling all kinds of feelings. Was it frustration? Denial? Embarrassment? He couldn't seem to place his finger on it. But for sure, he wanted something to blame.

After all those painful years of intensive training, this was the master Poo would be serving. And that master was none other than a child. This should be a mistake. There must have been a mistranslation, or anything of the sort. But alternatively... Would something like this really be all a mistake? Were the stars humiliating him? Perhaps all his superiors have been laughing at him the whole time since his departure. Perhaps this was his punishment for being born. 

No...! I must not overthink such things... That could never be the case. 

Poo took a deep breath and tried to promise that from this time on, he would not let his anxieties and emotions take over. He remembered his training. He remembered the wisdom he was taught since he was a child. He needed to make sure none of those years would go to waste. If Ness was the chosen boy, then Poo would need to overcome his doubts. The best the young prince could do was wait and see.