Wielder Of Fate

Chapter 1: A Cruel Awakening 

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The world is always evolving.

For some, the ruthless ever-changing nature of the world has provided biological advantages. For others, it has led to the decline in the importance of art, creativity, self-expression and of course… magic. While the rest of the world had reaped the rewards of the prior statement. Jakreth alone had faced the cruel punishment of the latter.

The magical world looks down on Jakreth, and the people of Jakreth look down on the rest of the world. To the mages, Jakreth was known as the dark continent, filled with useless, vile Vitra, and to the people of Jakreth, the mages were lazy, privileged scum.

It was a never-ending cycle of hatred. Fueled not only by the jealousy of Jakreth, but the prideful, boastful nature of the mages throughout the entire magical world.  

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12th March 1397

Dear Lor, 

Father always said that our fate was determined the moment we are born. 

If that’s true, then I think that I have either done something to piss off the Gods of Fate, or I just drew the short straw. 

Mother said I should be proud of my ability, and for a short while, I was. I used to believe my mother when she said that I was a “diamond in the rough”, a “beacon of light among the darkness of the continent”. 

That was until my ‘gift’ got almost everyone we loved killed. Tomorrow marks the 3 years since the incident. Tomorrow is also the day they will try to kill me. 

Since that day, life has only gotten worse, I have zero friends, I am constantly bullied and discriminated against for this thing that i cannot control. Tomorrow will finally be the end of it all.

This may be the last time i ever write to you. I’m glad you escaped this wretched continent. If only i had of been quicker, I would have been on the boat and safe with you in the capital.

I wish i was with you, anywhere is better than here, to them, i am just a pig being bred for slaughter, and tomorrow they will have finally succeeded.

Recently my magic has been getting out of hand, i can no longer control it. Every time i get mad it flares up and threatens the safety of myself and the orphanage. not that i care anymore. After tomorrow it won’t matter at all anyway.

If i don’t write tomorrow, i will be dead. If i do, i will have escaped the orphanage. 

I will escape the orphanage… by any means necessary.

From Nerith

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13th March 1397

It happened.

I wish they would have just killed me that day, three years ago. It would have given me less hope and it would have saved all these innocent lives. 

I promise i didn’t mean to kill them all. I was only trying to kill the adults. I lost control. They should have known that if my magic wasn’t properly harnessed and trained something like this would have happened, even before my 12th birthday.

But now that it has happened i will not go back. I will escape Jakreth. If you do not hear back from me in the next 20 days. I will be dead. They are coming for me, i know it. But i must not give in.

I will rewrite my fate.

From Nerith.