Years ago, I suffered a terror in my life. It reflected on my later years, and as I am writing this, I am headed into doom in my life which occurred due to the earlier terrors. Back in the days of my youth, I fought a battle which then forced me into an adventure. This adventure made life make sense. It gave my role in the world a meaning. It made me know that I was alive to do what fate had in place for me. I knew that my family depended on me. If I am to die, my valourous blood will be wasted, and my family line will end. If I am to die, I will fail to achieve what I have been sent to achieve. My kingdom will disown me eventually, so I had to succeed.
But did he succeed? What did fate have in store for him? Was it good? Was it bad? Could he alter his fate if it were miserable?