Wielder Of Fate

Chapter 4: Decision

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Mother always said our fate’s are decided based on our decisions, she was right.

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An Ambient blue glint illuminated the otherwise desolate plain. Thick fog enveloped around me, restricting my visibility and leaving me vulnerable to whatever this unknown landscape had in store for me. 

The last thing I remembered was my neck snapping. Am I dead? Is this the Afterlife? All of these questions swam through my mind, occupying my thoughts while a distorted silhouetted figure slowly emerged into the clearing through the fog. 

The closer he came, the more his figure changed. It compressed, flattened, altered until it finally emerged from the fog, in the form of a person, its face clouded, with no recognizable features except for a slit mouth. 

The figure spoke with a sly smile, it's mouth moved up and down, but the sound he made came from all angles. He asked me a simple question, easier to understand than any math problem, yet the hardest question I had ever been asked in my entire life. 

It presented me with two options:

[1. Pass over to the afterlife now and reunite with your family]

[2. Live for nine more years, and die on your 21st birthday]

For many this would be a simple choice, to someone who had lived a full and prosperous life they would most likely prefer the prior option. For someone like me choosing the latter should be the obvious choice. But making that decision may also result with myself returning to the orphanage, and living another nine years as a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

“Is their any way that I could avoid dying at 21?” I inquired.

“You are deciding your fate, there are very little objects or spells in the world that can alter a man’s fate” It responded.

“However, if you do choose the second option, i shall present you with the details on the only thing in existence, at this present moment, that can change your fate” It explained.

“I shall also present you with gifts to aid you in finding the object” It added. 

“What will you choose?” It asked.

I thought of Lor, I thought of magic. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity at a second chance at life, and leave this wonderful world altogether. There was so much I wanted to do, there was so much I wanted to see, and if finding this object could help me live longer than nine more years, I was going to find it.

“I choose the second option”