The Discovery of Fate
That night was dark and cold. The wind howled through the narrow alleys of Ignoria City, carrying the foul stench from the abandoned market. Beneath the dim light of street lamps, Alex, a 17-year-old orphan, moved cautiously, avoiding any steps that could alert anyone who might pass by.
He was no stranger to the city's nighttime life. Stealing had been his way of life since he was a child. Tonight, his goal was clear—the forgotten auction house at the end of the street, long uninhabited. The house was filled with old things that might seem worthless to most, but to Alex, every item was an opportunity. An opportunity to survive.
With careful steps, he crawled through the dilapidated back door. Darkness engulfed the space, and every step he took felt heavy, as if something was watching him. His hands searched through piles of old goods, seeking anything that could be sold. Dust clung to his fingers, but he didn't care. In these alleys, no one cared.
Suddenly, his fingers brushed against something hard and cold. He pulled it out, startled to find a small pendant shaped like an eye, shimmering with a soft golden glow emanating from within. The pendant looked like an ancient artifact, something long lost in history.
"What is this?" Alex whispered to himself, in disbelief. He examined the pendant carefully, feeling a slight vibration that he couldn't explain.
Unexpectedly, the light from the pendant grew brighter, illuminating the entire room and captivating Alex. The world around him seemed to freeze for a moment, and a strange sensation engulfed him—as though something much larger was waiting for him.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Alex turned quickly. Three men dressed in black uniforms appeared at the back door, their faces hidden in shadows. One of them, an older man, stepped forward slowly, his presence calm but full of menace.
"Give me the pendant, boy," the man's voice was stern and threatening. His eyes were sharp, filled with a dark intent that wasn't concealed.
Alex gripped the pendant tighter, trying to steady his nerves. "What do you want with it?" he asked, though fear began to creep into his voice. The man remained silent, moving closer, his hand outstretched.
Cold sweat dripped down Alex's forehead. He knew time wasn't on his side. In the blink of an eye, he turned and ran, smashing through the small window at the back of the house. His feet were light as he sprinted through the narrow, dark alleys, and only after a while did he hear their heavy footsteps chasing him.
He didn't know who they were. But one thing was certain—the pendant was important. Something much greater was waiting for him.
After running for several minutes, Alex stopped briefly in a secluded alley, panting heavily. His hand still tightly gripped the pendant. But suddenly, the glowing light surrounded him again, stronger than before. Something stirred inside him, as if a power within him was beginning to awaken.
As the light faded, a shadow appeared before him. An old man in a robe, with eyes that glowed golden.
"Heir of the Last," the man's voice boomed, "your fate has arrived."
Alex was stunned. "Who are you?" His voice trembled, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"I am the last of the great sorcerers. That pendant is the key to an artifact that will restore magic to this world. The key now lies in your hands."
Alex could only stare at the man, dumbfounded. His fate had just changed. The world he had known was beginning to crack, and the path ahead was filled with challenges he never could have imagined.