The Fate

The portal flickered open, depositing her into the mortal realm amidst the dense shadows of a vast forest. As quickly as it appeared, the gateway vanished, leaving nothing behind but an infant lying on the cold ground.

Witnessing this was a seven-year-old boy. He stood there, his presence commanding and eerie. He was a child of the gods, just like the baby before him. Moments ago, he had just completed a powerful ritual that awakened his true abilities, permanently altering his appearance.

His hair was a striking mixture of crimson red and ash gray, cascading over skin as pale as snow. He possessed a sharp, high-bridged nose, but what terrified people most were his eyes—heterochromatic orbs where the left glowed like burning blood and the right was a cold, lifeless gray. They held a gaze so frigid and empty it could freeze one’s soul.

He stared at the baby,he his mind calculating. Why would an infant appear in the middle of such a dark, dangerous forest, especially when chaos was spreading across the land? For a moment, two thoughts warred within him: should he end her life right there, or simply leave her to fate?

But as he looked closer, he found himself captivated. Even as a newborn, Vendia possessed an otherworldly beauty that drew him in. A decision formed in his cold heart. He would not kill her, nor would he abandon her.

He gently scooped her small form into his arms and carried her away, seeking a safe haven. But before they could even step out of the forest, their path was suddenly blocked.

A ferocious lion, enchanted and controlled by dark magic, stood growling before them. It watched them with predatory eyes before launching itself into an attack.

However, before the beast could even get close, its head was instantly severed from its body.

With lightning speed, the boy pulled out a sharp dagger hidden at his side and sliced through the air. The action was so swift it was barely visible to the naked eye.

Hidden in the shadows, the man controlling the beast watched in utter shock. He could not even comprehend how the child had moved. Despite his young age, the boy possessed immense power—power that had only just awakened moments ago upon the completion of his ritual.

It is a known fact that powers awaken at the age of seven. For mortals, their abilities surface naturally without needing any ceremony. But if a mortal fails to awaken their power by their seventh birthday, they are deemed useless and are condemned to live as slaves for the rest of their lives.

The attacker was bewildered. How could he move like that? he thought. His powers just awakened, he shouldn't be able to control them this well yet!

He was unaware that the child he had dared to attack was no ordinary being—he was a son of the gods.

Before the assassin could regain his senses, he felt a cold touch against his skin. The boy stood before him, the same bloody dagger now pressed firmly against his throat.

Terror seized the man completely. He lost his balance, his body trembling violently at the terrifying sight before him. He tried to beg for his life, to plead for mercy, but his words never came out.

A sharp spray of blood burst into the air.

His head rolled off his shoulders and tumbled into the thick darkness of the forest floor.His head rolled off his shoulders and tumbled into the thick darkness of the forest floor.

After ensuring the threat was gone, he carefully placed Vendia back into the carriage and they continued their journey. After traveling for what felt like an eternity, they finally reached their destination.

Eventually, he stopped before an old, worn-down house inhabited by a woman who lived alone—without a husband or children of her own.

Before setting her down at the doorstep, he leaned closer and whispered a vow into the air, his voice soft but laced with absolute certainty and dark possessiveness.

"I swear, you will be mine. When you turn twenty-five, you will belong to me completely. Any man who dares try to take you away... I will make sure they lose their very last breath. We will meet again."

A chilling, sinister smirk curved his lips. Satisfied, he knocked three times firmly on the door and disappeared into the night.

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