The Mystery of the Fate Fairy
The afternoon wind blew Coldly as alfen's bicycle wheel rolled along the small road towards the dormitory.
After returning from university in 1987, it was not an easy year in england.
On the street, he often saw small shop closing early, some people losing their jobs due to the wave of industrial restructuring.
Prices of goods are rising, and conversations in tea shope are always filled with complaints about salaries that are not commensurate with needs.
All of this gave a gloomy impression, as if the air itself felt heavier than usual.
But for Alfen, the bike ride home was always a quiet space for thought. The faint squeaking of the bicycle chain,
The street lights were starting to come on, and the wet long shadow of his body on the wet asphalt seemed to remind him that night was coming.
Arriving at the dormitory, he pedeled slowly into the courtyard. He parked his bike haphazerdly, then climbed the old wooden stairs that creaked with every step.
As soon as the door to his room was opened, someone's voice was heard first.
"hey, you're finally coming home too."
A young man with curly hair sat casually in a chair near the window. His face is friendly, with a smile that is easily contagiouns.
Alfen was a little surprised "who are you?"
He replied while standing up and teaching out.
"I think, we better get acquainted before I am considered an intruder."
Alfen welcomed his handshake.
"Alfen. Nice to meet you."
Michael chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not noisy. Just asking a lot of questions. So be careful if you want to keep secrets."
"I'm from the final seventh semester of medicine"
The light conversation continued for a while, until the sound of a knock on the door made the two turn their heads.
A dormitory staff handed over a brown envelope.
"for you. From the lecturer," he said briefly before leaving.
Aften opened the envelope carefully. A short but clear letter: he was asked to come to the lecture hall tomorrow morning to discuss the first draft of the experiment. A sign that research is really about to begin.
He put the latter on the table,then began to clean the books from the beg he had brought home. But suddenly, his forehead furrowed.
"My notebook...?"he muttered softly. Alfen's hands searched the contents of the bag, the table end even the floor of the room. None.
Silence for a moment. The his mind began to wander.—
"How could it be lost?"
"I was still carrying it on campus,did it fall on the street?"
"Or fall behind in class? I was still taking it too campus, did it fall on the street? Or left behind in class? Or falling behind in class? I was still taking it to campus, did it fall on the street? Or falling behind in class?"
"no way...I remember obviosely putting it in the bag, then where did it go?"
His eyes stared blankly at the open bag. A feeling of discomfort creeps in, like there's something much bigger than just a lost book.
Alfen was still silant in his chair, his eyes fixed on the open bag. His fingers grasped the zipper that he would never pull.
P,who hed been paying attention since earlier, raised an eyebrow.
"hey, why are you so stupid?" he asked as he approached.
Alfen took a small sigh, then quickly straightened his expression " ah...never mind, only...it feels like something is missing."
Michael looked at her curiously,but still held back"less? You mean?"
Alfen shook his head briefly, a little stifly."it's not important,maybe it just my feelings."
Michael didn't push further, just shrungged his shoulders with a faint smile."Alright. If that's the case."
Alfen averted his eyes, trying to shut down the conversation. However in his heart he muttered:
"Aish... why did it have to disappear, I'm supposed to meet Mr. Viken tomorrow the problem is those are research notes for later...!? Of course the information inside is very valueble that can I do...!!!"
His face tensed, as if he had just realized how dire the situation was.
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In 1987,in rural England, stood a magnificent Tudor Revival mansion belonging t o the Earl of Ashford, its ancient oak walls end stained glass windows reflected the afternoon light, exuding the dignity of old nobility.
In a study filled with portraits of ancestors. Dentte stood stiffly before his father. The elderly man stared at him intently, reluctantly, before his voice echoed loudly.
" why are you so stubborn, Dentte!? Dad has told you many times, you have to focus on studying"
"is it you wrong of me to demand that of you!? You're my daughter, and you should obey me. Don't waste your time on useless things!"
" and again— stay away from that child. I heard he's from an orphanage, right? That's not appropriate for us, as a noble family. Understand!?"
Dentte sat on the floor, her cheek still stinging from the slap. Her eyes were watering, but not just from the pain, but from a much deeper would.
He gritted his teeth, then his voice broke,spelling out uncontrollably.
" you think I'm scared, Dad!? You think I'm just a little kid you can beat and order around as you please!?"
"I'm used to this paint.... It hurts even more when I find our that mother died...
because of you! because of your stubbornness, because of your obsession with that royal blood...!"
" if only Dad had cared a little about him, maybe he would still alive!"
The room instantly froze. The words fell like a sharp sword,slashing through the old man's pride.
The father's eyes widened, his hands shaking violently. His face flushed end the veins in his neck stood out.
"HOW DARE YOU....!!!" his voice boomed, louder then before.
In an instant, a second slap flew, much more brutal, hitting Dentte so that his body was thrown against the side of the work table.
The portrait of the ancestor on the well trembled, as a result of being hit by the teenager's body.
"waiter....!! Take him underground NOW...!"
"Let him starve to death there if necessary! This disobedient child doesn't deserve to bear our family name!!!"
The stiff servant, obeying orders, dragged the limp body out of the room, blood dripping from the corner of Dentte's lips.
His eyes were drooping end his vision gradually blurred until the next secount it was completely black.
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Room F4
The dark room dominated in the middle of the night. Which was perfect for what white–haired man was going to do.
" one candle, midnight, full moon...
Just right and only I am here"
The young man then chanted the mantra slowly and surely.
"Fairy of fate, giver of good fortune... The treveler asks for one wish... from the three stars... Polaris... Sirius... Aldenaran..."
Silance, no sound "Maybe I should try again?" he repeated again. His breath was more steady.
"Fairy of fate, giver of good fortune... The treveler asks for one wish... from the three stars... Polaris... Sirius... Aldenaran..."
Suddenly the candle swayed as if a wind had blown past, then it burned steadily. However, the color of the candle had now changed to bluish. Aften still closed his eyes, trying to stay calm, waiting for the sound he was waiting for.
One second...
Two second...
"Tell me what you want..."
A heavly voice, authoritative but creepy at the same time.