Fated

Chapter One

Having been able to see the future was both a blessing and a curse, you'll never have the joy of seeing the great changes and events without having the benefit of surprise. But of course, you might also think that seeing the future will somehow give you the ability to change it? Well, the answer isーno.

The Vilidea lineage despite their power and capability to see the future has never interrupted the flow of fate. Being one of the last remaining descendant of the fallen clan, you have concealed your true identity in order to live a peaceful life. The amount of hate and threat the other species has thrown over your lineage had you thinking that your ability will remain useless and incapable of anything.

It has been 5 years since the great Vilidea fall, you've been wandering around surviving on any plants and source of water you could find, you have never used your ability after the incident, and you never plan to use it ever again.

Stopping on your make-shift tent underneath a canopy of dry trees, you lay down a worn blanket and your stringbag to be used as a pillow. It's been weeks since you've last ate a decent meal composed of a wild pig and greeneries, but since the summer has been pretty bleak for you, all your resources has gotten dry with little to no oasis to quench your thirst.

Sighing, you tried to swallow in order to dampen your dry throat, but it did little to soothe it. Having been able to survive for years with no knowledge about survival and the harsh environment you inhabited, it was a miracle you have survived for so long.

You're a mere 15 year old against the world, trying to survive off of anything you could get your hands on.

Maybe meeting your death after a few years of struggling won't be worth it, but it will definitely give you a rest, one that you hadn't experience for such a long time.

"It isn't that bad..."

You thought to yourself as you slowly close your eyes, thin arms embracing your body against the heat.

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"Arba..." a seemingly quiet voice mused out from the open field, the heat against the ground was overwhelming to the point that the figures a few meters away from her was hazy and wiggly, she didn't even try squinting to get a better look, she can no longer tell if it's the heat, or her hunger in general, but she couldn't care less.

"My lord, it's a child." Another voice mused out in a calmer manner.

"Take her.... and please refrain from calling me My lord."

"As you wish."

She felt herself being lifted up with no struggle, case being that she had indeed lost a lot of weight for not being able to eat properly for years.

"She's light as feather... She needs to be checked up instantly." It was a blur of blue, and white, and anything in between, she couldn't tell anymore, as she slowly, regretfully lost her consciousness.

"Then we must hurry."

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A week later.

"Ugo, have you seen Setta?" A worried Ithnan slammed the door of the poor engineer. A look of fright was seen etched across the latter's face as he painstakingly glared at the spilled concoctions on his neat table.

He sighs dismissively, grabbing a nearby cloth to carefully wipe them off,
"I don't know Ithnan, and please quit slamming the doors open everytime. Mind you that I always change the hinges every month because of you."

"You're not being helpful!" Ithnan responded back, before running away to pester another stave user.

Ugo simply sweatdropped, of course he wouldn't be helpful. It wasn't as if he knows all the whereabouts of his companions every now and then... unless if it were their leader of course, that man should by no means knows every single whereabouts going inside their base, no matter how stupid it may seem.

"Try Solomon!" Ugo yelled at the pissed off Ithnan currently pestering a slumbering Wahid he stumbled upon the hallway.

Upon hearing Ugo's words the male dash off to look for their leader, which ofcourse, the whereabouts was also unknown. Who knows where is that certain magician hiding once again.

"Hey Ugo, have you checked up on the new kid?"

"Oh." Ugo blinked, looking up to meet Arba's dark eyes with look seemingly close to confusion,

"I....haven't?"

"Alright, I'll go check up on her." Arba said with a smile as she carefully made her way inside and onto the door on the left, "It's been a week, the concoction should work fine by now." Ugo said, his attention now fully directed on his filled beakers. Who knows what kind of liquid it contain, something dangerous again perhaps.

Arba laugh it off before opening the door, it creaked slightly almost as if alerting the person inside. And there she slept peacefully, her long (h/c) hair was splayed against the ivory sheets, her supposedly dry skin looks so much better than before, her face gain their usual color all aside from her dry lips and few scratches then and there.

Her life outside was indeed pretty bleak given the situation she ended up into.

"The world is a dangerous place, isn't..." the magician said almost as if talking to someone conscious, she carefully sat down and tuck a stray hair away from her face.

"May you get well soon, dear." She smiled before standing up to plan for the day ahead.

It seems the leader has his eyes up on another stave which will be theirs this evening.

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A bird chirping from the window has woken you up from your stupor, you squint your eyes unable to comprehend your surroundings, your gaze was still pretty hazy and blurred, but you felt much better than before, strange.

Blinking for a few times more, the surroundings has finally grew clear, you're inside a neat room, with a comfortable bed, drapes, cabinet, even a mirror nearby, it was almost as if you have woken from a terrible dream.

But this is not your room, nor was this a dream, in fact it was realーand you're now a 15 year old girl.

"Ah, you're awake." A voice mused from the doorway, a person, a little bit older than you. But his aura was very much inviting.

"Hello." Your voice sounds different from the last time you heard it, surprised you felt the need to touch your throat.

"I dare say you have questions, but first of all you need nutritions." The male started once again,

"The concoctions I inserted in your veins wouldn't be enough to fully regenerate your cells. You need a full meal.... So come, I'll have something prepared for you." He smiled,

Years of loneliness, surviving alone, with little to no means to do so, having been able to talk to someone has brought your heart in tremendous painㅡ yearning and hope.

"Thank you.... thank you so much..."