True Destiny

Prelude

I don’t know where I was born.

I don’t know who my real parents are.

I don’t know why I’m here.

The heck, I don’t even know who or even what I am!

All I know is that I’m not like everyone else. I’m different, almost frighteningly different.

No, it’s not like my nails can turn into claws.

And it’s definitely not like I turn into a ferocious monster at sight of the full moon.

Just etch this image into your mind if you can. You grow up for 15 years thinking that you’re normal. You’re the most popular kid in school, you have a plethora of close friends, and your grades are the ones that are thriving and reaching the top of the ladder. You’re absolutely confident you’re going to graduate as valedictorian of your class and that you’re going to be the one striding to the 10 year reunion with a beautiful spouse in one hand and a suitcase full of cash in the other. But then, completely unexpectedly, completely out of the blue, you find out later from an unimaginable force that you’re not even of this world. You don’t even belong here. And there’s a power dormant inside you that could escape you at any moment, a power that can carry out so many unthinkable tasks, and you’ll never know when it will break out and control you.

It’s scary, isn’t it? This is what happened to me.

No one knows about this though. They know I’m different, and they know I have an amazing power inside me, but they think it’s something brilliant, that it’s a force that can save the world, not destroy it.

But, they can’t see my dreams.

They can’t see the menacing figure that floats unneeded into my head, telling me truths that I don’t want to hear, forcing facts onto me that I don’t want to believe.

You think it’s strange that I’m listening to what my dreams tell me? Well, I don’t think I have any other choice but to. That same gray, hooded figure has been coming into my head for months now. I haven’t even had a pleasurable dream where I’m alone with the hottest boy in school, making out with him under the stars for so long, and trust me...

I used to have dreams like that every day.

No, instead for the past half a year to the now, whenever I drift off to sleep, I end up isolated in a dark world with a dark man – I’m not even sure that it is a man – who constantly hisses dark truths to me.

Really, everyday I wonder, if what I thought I was before was all just a nice lie brought up and agreed by everyone, one big horrible lie that’s supposed to shield me from the truth. I was told that I was going to bring prosperity to the world, never-ending prosperity, you know: world peace. I was told that I was going to be a savior, a hero. I was told that these weird red markings on my forehead were a sign of my great influence on the world. But, now I think that these weird markings on my forehead are actually marks of death in comparison to marks of life. I mean, they have to be blood-red for a reason.

I think I was created to turn this world into ruin.

I’m scared, I really am.

I don’t want to go to sleep tonight, I just want to crawl up in a safe corner with my friends and cry.

I didn’t even like being expected to save this world.

You can’t escape your destiny.

The power inside you is one of evil, not of light.

It can awaken at any time.

One day, you’ll turn around and stab your friends in the heart.

But, that’s okay.

That’s what you’re here for.

That’s why you live.

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Hey everyone, Daisy here! Well, what do you think? This story is going to be a remake of a story I made long ago so I’m confident I will work through with it and finish it because I started it when I was like 12 years old.

No, really I did. I just never finished it, because I’m so lazy. But, I won’t be anymore, I promise.

So, I’m going to start writing/re-writing the first chapter as soon as possible. Reviews will be greatly appreciated and will help get the next chapter up faster hinthint. :D