Six Warriors

About Destiny - (Jack)

Somehow, Jack always knew, none of this would be easy, this whole story of heroes, combats and having the fate of the world in your hands was not easy, in fact if Jack thought about it too much, he could go crazy. Good thing he wasn't much of the thinking type.

The night winds blew cool and pleasant, almost cold. Jack arrived in the hills, and decided they were beautiful. They were very green and wavy, the lawn was well trimmed, making the hills look like waves of a sea green as grass. Even at night, it was possible to appreciate the color of the hills, besides, they guaranteed a privileged view of the sky, the stars and the moons. Jack took a deep breath and felt the fresh air, mixed with the scent of grass and flowers. He lay down on the grass and watched the sky. It was all so beautiful, he thought he was dreaming. He got up and sat down, could see that a boy was there, next to him, watching the sky standing and silent. His uniform overcoat fluttered in his hand, he was wearing only his white uniform shirt and pants, his feet were bare. He was tall, his hair was white and spiky. That was all Jack could see, as the boy had his back to him. Suddenly, the student turned around. His eyes were as cold as a winter lake, his expression was serious and his face hard. He looked to be around sixteen or seventeen.

"When the moon Selene is full and evening begins to fall, the moon shines an almost golden yellow instead of its usual silver." Said the young man in a calm voice, no, a cold voice. The young man looked up at the sky again, "That must mean something. When silver is transmuted into gold, just for that fraction of time, only at a very specific time on certain days, just because certain lights reflect in very specific ways , is a unique, rare and fleeting moment that should be valued as the blooming of a rare rose."

What was that guy talking about? Jack thought, but said nothing.

"The yellow moon, the golden moon, of a specific moment, is my favorite. The moon of transmutation, of direct reflection from the illuminated solar force." The boy continued talking.

"Yes" Jack tried to mumble something too, not to be too embarrassed by his silence, "yes, it's really beautiful."

"Then let's admire it for a while longer, this mysterious painting, of the gods, of chance or perhaps of fate." And for a while, Jack and the mysterious young man just watched the moon rise higher and higher as the veil of darkness of night descended lower and lower. When the moon rose higher and began to lose its very yellow/golden color, the young man began to speak again; "Since my first day at this academy, I've been coming here, on this particular hill, and I've always stared at the sky alone, especially the twilight sky. Alone, for all these years. Specifically during Selene's full moon, you came here. During my favorite moonlight, you were here."

"What you mean?"

“I knew that would happen someday. This is my place of reflection and meditation. I knew that one day, someone would be here, in a moment when I would be too, but it was interesting to be exactly in this fleeting moment that I so admire. Perhaps the strings of fate are inflexible? Perhaps we are just puppets of a universal theatre, little pieces of a game?"

"It's a very philosophical conversation" Jack replied, "maybe some of my friends would like to talk to you, maybe Miguel, or even Fenrir with that mania for melodramatic and poetic things, I don't know."

"Haven't you ever wondered? Are we really free in our destinies? If there is a free will, or if we are just pawns of a preconceived destiny?"

"I don't think about that. And what's the use? It's tempting to think about what we're going to be, or what we might not be, yes... before I always wondered if I was more than I was, since I considered myself merely a useless boy. If I kept thinking whether or not I am free, it would drive me crazy, I just try to go on and live my days, be who I am, act on my thoughts."

"So you are the master of your own destiny?"

"I like to think like that." Jack replied with an enthusiastic smile, "What if I didn't go? What if it's actually written in a closed script? It's no use thinking about it, since we weren't going to change that fact, it would just bring us pain. Whether we're a book or not, o focus is what you can do."

"I see" the young man squinted as he looked at Jack, "a fate that can be controlled by its own hands, I admire that thought, but sometimes fate is unpredictable, sometimes it's an untamed steed that kicks you, sometimes... Sometimes fate is an erupting volcano whose magma reduceys ou to ash. You should think about it. Should you think that maybe fate will suddenly attack you like this volcano that suddenly erupts, and then, would you be prepared?"

Jack didn't know how to respond.

"You should be." The young man concluded.

Somehow that sounded ominous.