《Fate CON-trol》


 Prologue

    Have you ever experienced seeing vivid dreams?


    I have, and quite often at that.


    Dreams are meant to be forgotten the moment you open your eyes. But for me, they stay permanently in my head. Each dream showed a different person''s perspective and their different lives just like a movie. All these strange events, people, and places, they felt so foreign yet so familiar. Even the abilities they possessed, I was able to use them so naturally as if they were my own.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    One by one, getting these dreams felt as if I was slowly collecting and connecting small puzzle fragments to complete the entire picture, to solve the mystery and find out the truth to my life.


    What was my purpose in living, and maybe...


    Just maybe, I''ll finally find out why I was given this wretched curse.


    These dreams were soon found out to be my previous lifetimes.


    But they were not blessings, I''d have preferred to not remember them at all and just live a peaceful life.


    Because the closer I am to the truth, the harder it is to accept the cruel reality.

 Chapter 1: The Wicked Ones rebirth

    My body rashly moved about.


    My limbs flailed but the tight space prevented it from moving an inch. My legs, although weak and numb, kept on kicking down the path to escape.


    The narrow space gave a sense of security and a mother''s warmth, but the lack of oxygen caused my lungs to convulse and my heart to violently pump.


    I can''t breathe...


    The suffocation was unbearable, I need to leave.


    I felt myself nearing towards the edge. Like the experience of drowning and the feeling of being saved, it felt as if half of my head has escaped the surface. I was then slowly being pulled out by something.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    My body then found itself in a much wider and open space, my heart calmed and lungs relaxed, my numb legs no longer moved yet my arms flailed about, searching for something as I wailed, taking as much oxygen as I could.


    It was only then did I grasp onto something warm and secure did I calm down and the wailing slowly decline.


    Drowsiness hit me, too tired to think of my situation before I entered a deep slumber.


    Deafening roars echoed in the distance, terrifying lights flashing in the gloomy skies.


    A white robed figure leisurely watched the scene, tapping their finger on the wooden surface of the table as their other hand supported their cheek.


    A game of chess laid untouched on the table as the figure seemed to be waiting for something.


    A deep, pressuring voice, neither male or female, uttered in boredom, " It''s time... "

 Chapter 1: The Wicked Ones rebirth

    Note: Chapters will be quite short since I don''t have much time on my shoulders to write them longer.


    My body rashly moved about.


    My limbs flailed but the tight space prevented it from moving an inch. My legs, although weak and numb, kept on kicking down the path to escape.


    The narrow space gave a sense of security and a mother''s warmth, but the lack of oxygen caused my lungs to convulse and my heart to violently pump.


    I can''t breathe...


    The suffocation was unbearable, I need to leave.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    I felt myself nearing towards the edge. Like the experience of drowning and the feeling of being saved, it felt as if half of my head has escaped the surface. I was then slowly being pulled out by something.


    My body then found itself in a much wider and open space, my heart calmed and lungs relaxed, my numb legs no longer moved yet my arms flailed about, searching for something as I wailed, taking as much oxygen as I could.


    It was only then did I grasp onto something warm and secure did I calm down and the wailing slowly decline.


    Drowsiness hit me, too tired to think of my situation before I entered a deep slumber.


    Deafening roars echoed in the distance, terrifying lights flashing in the gloomy skies.


    A white robed figure leisurely watched the scene, tapping their finger on the wooden surface of the table as his other hand supported his cheek.


    A game of chess laid untouched on the table as the figure seemed to be waiting for something.


    A deep, pressuring voice, neither male or female, uttered in boredom, " It''s time... "