As I had already mentioned; the world really works in a mysterious way. Fate this. Destiny that. Kismet—or whatever. They, as though, operate on the background and scheme a script of what's supposed to happen exactly as they premidated it to be.
Honestly, I don't dislike it. If fate would work it's way to meet the worldly standards of fortune and whatnot (especially if it aligned to how I wanted it to be) and turn things back to it's destined course. Who am I to complain? Heck, I'd even laugh and sing my praise to whoever orchestrated all such.
Why am I dwelling on these fate-destiny nonsense, you asked? That's obviously because one is presented right upon me.
"Hey, young man, would you be so kind to please direct us the way to the entrance of Saint Stella Academy?" A woman that appeared to seem on her mid-twenties asked with an alluring smile.
I'll ask again until the world's knowledge and books of prophecy gets pissed; Was this fate or a mere coincidence?