A Hero's Destiny Script の小説・ストーリー

"By staying true to yourself, and to your values. By being kind, and honest, and brave. These are the things that matter, Hailee. These are the things that will define your life." I nodded slowly, absorbing her words. "I understand. But...can you at least tell me what my destiny is? What's in store for me?" The Moon Goddess smiled enigmatically. "That is for you to discover, Hailee. I cannot give you all the answers. But I can tell you this - your destiny is intertwined with the destiny of those around you. You must tread carefully, and choose your allies wisely. For the path ahead is treacherous." I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Treacherous? What do you mean?"

Yet, I resolved that I would face it head-on, with the strength of my heart and the fire of my soul guiding me. As I turned back toward the camphouse, my mind filled with determination and dread in equal measure, I knew that this was only the beginning. In three nights, under the full moon’s haunting light, I would be forced to confront the destiny that had been thrust upon me—a destiny that could either redeem me or damn me forever. And as the day began, with the sound of warriors marching and the distant rumble of approaching forces, I felt a chill run down my spine. The true test of my power, my will, and my very soul was about to begin, and nothing would ever be the same again.

His fury abated to steam. His eyes were soft as they grazed. Her heartbeat accelerated under his scrutiny. Her face flushed. She gulped. She needed to get it together. “The moon makes no mistakes," she began. She watched him blink back lust. "What are you on about?" Her voice was low and sombre. The saddest affirmation. “It's destiny” "Get out–" "You can't run from it!" His jaw tightened, teeth clenched. "I said get out” He lowered his eyes. “Right now"

“You may fight it. You may deny it. But destiny is not a thing to be refused, Amala Luna Velasco. It flows through your veins as surely as the stars flow through the night sky.” “The Voice does not command. The Voice merely reveals. And what has been revealed cannot be unseen.” “When the three moons of blood align, you will fulfill your purpose. Or watch as all you love burns around you regardless.”

He was fully naked and with blood all over his body including his mouth, he had been beating up. "Miss send you to a place as a spy and for you to bring information for us. You now go and fell in love with a strange woman and caught by those idiot, if it's not that my boys their in New York city are always working and they had take jet to that place to rescue you. What do you think it will have happened, you want to expose us!" He shouted at him. The guy couldn't say anything just looking and his eye opening and closed. "You can't continue with this business because you are an idiot. How could you do that!" Jarked his gun and shot him on his front head. The guy's head fell uncontrollably and

I said. "Nobody knows if Lucifer has a son. What about Lana? Is she alive?" I asked. "No, she died," Master Yung mumbled and then turned his head to looked me in the eyes. "You are a special destiny. Never forget that. Your name being Destiny has a good reason. You also share the same powers as Lana," he added. As I heard those words, everything became confusing. I couldn't seem to understand why I felt like I had something to do with this storyline, or if I was Lana herself. But I knew one thing for sure - I was destined for something big.

The study, once a haven of knowledge, now became a chamber where destinies were crafted with a surgeon's precision. "And send someone I trust some years later from a distant pack to come rescue her," I mused, the plot thickening with the introduction of an unforeseen ally. A knight in shining armor, a player in the cosmic chessboard, would emerge to rescue the enslaved Celestial one. The script unfolded in my mind, a narrative that would entwine the fates of two unsuspecting souls.

My face looks scary and sad. I splash water on my face but there is no improvement, there is no colour in my cheeks, I stand there for almost half an hour staring at myself. They always say their is destiny. And in the end destiny will always play it's part no matter what. She'll get well. She's destined to be. To hell with the medicines and injections, destiny will come in and play it's role. Isn't that what santa always said. I walk out of the bathroom and find the morgue attendant pushing this big tray together with doctors. I look close and it's the area where mama was.