The Prophet Who Wasn't a Prophet was born in the year 3001 BCE, in the city of Foesball. He was the son of a family of minor nobility, but his father was a prophet, and his mother was a ballerina.
From a young age, he showed a keen interest in the arts, and his mother encouraged him to pursue a career in dance. But his father, who was a bit of a traditionalist, insisted he learn the ways of prophecy.
The young man tried to please his father, but he just couldn't seem to get it right. He would predict things that didn't happen, and his prophecies were always off the mark. His father was disheartened, his mother was disappointed, but the young man just laughed it off and continued to chase his dreams.
One day, he met a group of misfits who shared his love for the arts, and they formed a troupe. They performed for the people of Foesball, and their shows were a hit! The young man finally found his calling, and he became a celebrated performer.
But little did the people of Foesball know, the young man's prophecies were not entirely off the mark. He had a knack for predicting the future, but not in the classical sense. He could predict the exact number of grains of sand on a particular beach, or the exact number of blades of grass on a particular lawn.
His prophecies were more like... well, like the weather forecast for the past week. Not exactly what you'd call 'prophetic', but still, it was a unique skillset, and the people of Foesball loved him for it.
And so, the Prophet Who Wasn't a Prophet lived on, predicting the mundane and bringing laughter to the people of Foesball with his quirky performances.