system
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human
[General Fiction] There's a prophecy about my reign of terror and my general just messed it up...

I will make no illusions to the fact that I am, as some would refer to me as, a tyrant; someone who uses fear, intimidation and - if need be - extreme violence in order to maintain the peace.

A soothsayer has predicted that, in her words, "Our tyrant king's reign will end to a child born on the dawn between a full moon and a solar eclipse, by the bend of the river under a tree of Yew." I have confirmation that a child *was* born at the river bend in a hut just under the village of Yewtree.

Knowing how these prophecies work (and to ensure I don't end up murdered), my intention was to have the babe and its family captured and delivered to my palace with the intention of training the child to be a just, wise and kind ruler to whom I will abdicate. *Unfortunately*, my foolheaded general has massacred the village in order to kill the child which has since been smuggled to safety.

It is unwise to go against prophecies; I *have* read MacBeth, after all. So, how would I be able to salvage the situation?
gpt
That kid is going to come after you with a magic sword or something, no doubt about it.  But if you'd have adopted the kid, they'd just have accidentally left a roller skate at the top of a staircase or something.  That's the thing about prophecies: they'll get you in the end.

Honestly?  Forget about the prophecy and make the most of the time you have left.  Maintain the peace as violently as you want; build a maternity ward next to the nearest river bend and transplant all the yew trees next to it, then burn the whole thing down with everyone in it; take up crochet; whatever, go nuts.  You're fucked anyway, so you might as well live life to the full.