Book of Fate

Lexie frowned slightly. Something about the book didn’t sit right with her. It gave off a strange energy—something magical she couldn’t explain.

“Really? What if the owner came back for it and just missed you?”

“I checked the area before I left. No one was there. I don’t think anyone came back for it,” Alexa replied.

Lexie simply nodded, casting one last look at the book. “Come on, let’s eat. You can go back to writing after.”

She walked out, and Alexa followed, already eager to return to her story once she was done eating.

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Meanwhile, in old house, an older man was in distress—they still hadn’t found the magical book.

“We’re going to be punished for this, Lucas. Why didn’t you check what you were grabbing?” the older man scolded, voice tense.

“I’m sorry, Grandpa,” Lucas said, guilt heavy in his voice. “I was in a rush—I didn’t realize I grabbed the wrong book.”

The old man was about to say more when he felt a strange shift in the atmosphere. His eyes narrowed.

“It seems... today is the day, Lucas. He’s here.”

Lucas quickly ducked behind a bookshelf as a blinding figure appeared before the old man.

A figure shaped like a person emerged from radiant light. Its face was unseeable to ordinary humans—just pure, blinding brilliance. But not to the older man name Victor. As the guardian of the magical book, he could see the figure’s face and form clearly. The true owner of the book now stood before him.

“You’re facing a problem, Victor. Am I right?” the mysterious creature asked calmly.

Victor’s eyes gleamed with regret. “I’m sorry. I know you’re already aware of what’s happening.”

“Do you understand that some fates are about to be rewritten because of this mistake?” the mysterious creature continued in a soft but serious tone.

“I do. But I’m already doing everything I can to find the book.”

The mysterious creature turned its gaze around the room, eyes scanning the shelves. “I’m afraid it may take you a while. You should know—the person who found the book has already started using it.”

Victor’s worry deepened. No one was supposed to be able to write in the book—not unless they were chosen. Every word written inside manifests in real life.

“If that’s the case, then I need to find the book immediately. But… if you know where it is, can’t you tell me?”

The figure shook its head slowly. “I can’t, not now. The writer has already begun a story. You cannot take the book now—doing so would disrupt the destinies of the characters she’s created. Claiming the book now would put those people in danger.”

“But what about the people I wrote into the book? They’re supposed to meet. It’s already written.”

The mysterious creature turned to Victor and looked straight into his eyes.

“That’s your responsibility. The fated pair you’ve written about has already been delayed because of this. And now, the one who picked up the book is writing a story of her own—with characters who aren’t even certain if they’re meant to be together. So you must find her before she finishes her story. Make her understand how important the book truly is. If not, we could face serious consequences. She might bring together people who were never meant to cross paths—and that could destroy the relationships meant to form in the future.”

Victor sighed heavily, unsure where to even begin. “I’ll do everything I can to find the book... even if I don’t know where to start.”

The mysterious creature turned again. “You’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you. You wrote in the magical book—but you didn’t finish. And because you left the last page incomplete, the book may interpret those unfinished words incorrectly. The woman you wrote into your story—she’s in danger because of your negligence. And the one destined for her... he will be the very reason for her suffering.”

Victor’s eyes widened in fear at the being’s words.

“You must find the book before it’s too late,” the being warned. “If you don’t, both your story—and the one written by the new author—will spiral into disaster.” With that, the creature vanished.

Victor stood frozen, haunted by what he had just heard. He clasped his hands tightly and paced back and forth, his mind overwhelmed by everything that could go wrong.

Lucas peeked out from his hiding spot and saw the troubled expression on his grandfather’s face. He hadn’t heard the conversation, but he knew—it was about the book he lost. Guilt washed over him. He looked away and quietly returned to his room.

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Meanwhile, Alexa had returned to her seat, ready to dive back into writing in the magical book. She paused for a few moments, trying to recall where she left off so she could continue seamlessly.

What Alexa didn’t know was that everything she wrote in the book vanished from the page as soon as she finished—and came true in real life. She never reread what she wrote. She simply reopened the book at the page where she last stopped and continued from there.

Today, she had stopped on a blank page—no writing, no markings. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her pen again, ready to write the next chapter of her story… unaware that every word was already becoming real.

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The next day, Daniella went to school early again because she didn’t want William to say anything more to her. What she had already heard from him had slightly hurt her feelings, and she would rather stop there than let things escalate to the point where she couldn’t recover.

Their class went smoothly and there wasn’t much to do, since the first week was just introductions and none of their subject teachers had started lessons yet.

William and Daniella had agreed to meet again in the school garden, where William would give her a sample quiz and formulas from their Math lessons back in third year.

They were both already in the garden, seated at the same spot where they had spoken yesterday. William silently placed a rather thick stack of papers on the table, directly in front of Daniella.