"Blasphemy!" The Heirophant's voice snapped across the air of the chamber, "You will be destroyed! You are not the chosen one!"
Arawn paused for a moment before turning her gaze to meet the old priest's. Then, smiling, she lifted the obsidian talisman from its altar and held it up for all to see before speaking in a low, clear voice.
"The chosen one? No, I am not the one your prophecies speak of. But let me teach you something about the nature of destiny." Taking the talisman in her hand, Arawn casually brushed a century of dust from it's surface as she spoke, "Destiny is not a story written by some hidden hand. It is not some festival masque where our roles are all set out for us. Destiny is a vacuum."
Dumbfounded, the Heirophant watched as her fingers pulled the rotted fibers of the old lanyard from the artifact, letting the jade and gold beads that adorned it fall clattering to the floor.
"It is a hole that must be filled. It is a hunger, and it will draw what it needs to itself in order to be satisfied." She produced a leather bootlace from her pocket and began to string the relic anew. "Some fall into destiny like an abyss that has opened up beneath them. But one can take a destiny for themselves as easily as sitting in an empty chair, if one is not afraid."
Murmurs filled the air as Arawn stepped down from the dais and walked to the Heirophant. It was only when she stooped down to look him in the eye did the old man realize he had fallen to his knees.
"An age from now, when your successors write their histories, they may invent new signs that foretold my ascent." She spoke gently, but her eyes were severe, "The may rewrite yesterday and reinvent today as suits their vanity. But I hope you will teach them a better truth."
She spoke loudly now and raised the restrung talisman over her head with both hands, "I am not your messiah, but I will save you. I am not the heir of a forgotten king, but I will rule you."
The hall fell silent.
Slowly, Arawn lowered the obsidian godstone until it hung from her neck. "I am not your chosen one."
"I am the one who chose."