The Wise Man's Fear Novels & Stories

Its sweeping branches stretched for the sky as if asking Lucian and Ravena to uncover the truth concealed inside its enchanted depths. Lucian and Ravena found themselves beneath the gnarled limbs of an oak tree one starry evening, propelled by their ravenous curiosity. As they anticipated a meeting with a mysterious man said to hold ancient wisdom, the air was electric with expectation. The quiet was broken by the subtle rustling of leaves, and a person emerged from the shadows. It was an ancient woman, her eyes glittering with wisdom gained over decades. As she greeted Lucian and Ravena, her voice was a lovely symphony.

"Mr. Gray, have you found the item you've been looking for in the past year?" "No." The man shook his head, his gaze a touch chilly. A year ago, he deliberately came to this place, the world's most dangerous prison, to search for something. A year had now passed, but he still didn't find it. The very second he stepped out of his cell, all the inmates in the entire prison dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. Not a single one of them failed to do so. It was as though they were servants who caught a glimpse of their master, trembling in fear.

Choices were limited but this is not the place where he will die. There are two types of wise men. The first wise man believes to himself that he will overcome any possible danger life will give to him. But another wise man is not believing to himself but he believes more into his surroundings than to himself. Mike is the latter part, no... He is not within the two. He reacts solely to his instincts and his mind, he relies on himself and to his surrounding but doesn't fully trust the things around him just by feeling nor seeing it alone. "Wisest man must not only believe to himself but also be fully prepared for any possible outcomes."

He exhaled a huge breath through his crooked smile, “It’s fine, Sets. You won’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore.” My eyes widened, almost standing from my seat. “Wait, no! I know we hate him, but offing him is too far.” He chuckled at my response before he corrected me, “No, don’t worry. As good as that sounds, I wouldn’t go to jail for that peasant. I mean, we’ll be moving.”