The Mystery of the Fate Fairy
A full moon hung directly overhead in the village sky. Its light shrough the bedroom window, which had been left open. All the lights were extinguished, leaving the only light: a small candle burning by the window, its flame trembling as if it were holding its breath.
Rayan sat cross-legged on the floor. His breath was deep, his hands clenched on his knees. He replayed over and over Indonesia his head the rules he had once ready on an old sheet found in an elderly man's house:
"Just one candle."
"Do not let any other light in."
"Do not stop chanting the mantra."
"And if anyone answers....
never try to see it."
With a trembling voice he began to recite the mantra.
"Fairy of fate, giver of good fortune... The treveler asks for one wish... from the three stars... Polaris... Sirius... Aldenaran..."
Silence. Then he repeated it again.
"Fairy of fate, giver of good fortune... The treveler asks for one wish... from the three stars... Polaris... Sirius... Aldenaran..."
Suddenly, the candle swayed violently, even though the window were tightly closed. Shadows on the wall moved wildly, as if there were more bodies in the room than just her.
Rayan gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his temples. But he didn't stop.
When he repeated it at a third time, the world seemed to hold its breath. The candle dimmed, then reignited. And from within the darkness, a voice emerged.
It wasn't a human voice. It was deep, distant, like an echo coming from the depths of the earth.
"Say... your request..."
Rayan's body stiffened. He hed succeded. Something had answered his call.
His tongue was numb, but the greed in his chest forced the words out.
"I... I want good fortune. I want my path to be clear. I don't want to live in poverty and oblivion."
Silence. The candle flickered, its flame growing longer, as if something was standing right behind it.
Rayan lowered his head deeply, remembering the taboo: don't look at anything.
But curiosity gnewed at his mind. There was Something there. Something he only needed a glance to recognize.
Her hands began to tremble. Her breath hitched. The more she held back, the stronger urge became. Her heart pounded, as if another voice were shipeing:Look. You've been calling me. Don't you want to know who I am?
Rayan bit his lip until it bled, but he kept kept his head down.
But... for just a second, the faltered. His eyes shifted, trying to catch the reflectionon the edge of the candle.
And at that moment, the candle seemed to go out for a moment, then light up again. Rayan was shocked. Nothing was visible, just a flash of black in the corner of his eye. But his body immediately felt heavy. His breath was shallow.
He quickly clasped his hand together , lowering his head even further,pretending not to see anything. Buat his face was pale, and his gaze blank. It was as if he hend seen something he shouldn't have senn.
Since that night, his behavior changed.
He often smiled to himself for no reason. Sometimes he speaks softly as if he is answering someone. And his eyes... His eyes now rarely stare straight at him. Always dodged, or trembling restlessly, as if something was sticking behind his gaze.
Taboos have been violated. And the consequences begin to work—rhough no one knows, except himself.