You are exploring in the woods with a friend when you get lost. You meet a
person who offers to lead you out and you accept. However, before long you get
the feeling you are being led somewhere nobody would want to go.

Kevin Pilua

The soft summer breeze was playing with my hair and John was setting the tent. We decided to go camping since it was the last day I was going to spend at my hometown. John is my oldest and best friend. Everything we did we did it together. While setting the tent near the black frame of the forest he said:

“Did you hear that?”

“What?!” I replied.

“That voice.”

“What voice? My friend it looks like your ears aren’t as young as they were.”

“Very funny, but I’m serious… Again did you heard it?” But I wasn’t hearing anything then he ran inside the forest. I chased him inside the forest. He was calling my name for help. His voice led me to him. He was on the ground.

“My leg, It’s broken!” He said. I helped him get up and said to him with a very angry voice “What were you thinking you idiot!” I looked him in the eyes. Something was wrong. “What happened?” I said.

“I ran and then I tripped and then I saw him. That old man we meet when we were kids.”

Those words pierced my heart and made it stop. That old man was the reason I moved years ago. I remember that day very well. It was the last day of January and the snow was covering everything. Me and John were walking to school. We were kids and as kids the snow made us happy. We were singing and playing but then an old man called us from his house. We ran there because you know, kids. The old man invited us to sit down and then he said:

“My dear kids tell me who’s the oldest between you two?”

John replied “Me.”

“Then I am sorry but you are going to be the one who is going to loose everyone close and dear to your heart.”

At the time we didn’t think about those words but the next day Johns grandpa died and the next week his little sister. When we told our parents about this story, they forbided me to see John, my parents, and by next month we moved house.

“No way!” I said to John after this quick rewind of history.

“You know what that means? Someone else is going to die.”

“I thought that was just a weird coincidence.” I said to him, but I didn’t believe it myself.

“There’s something you should know. Last night I had a dream. The old man he was there… he told me… that… I…


“I will die today.”

I didn’t believe him at the beginning but the coldness of his eyes convinced me within a second. Lost in the dialogue we noticed something. We were lost.

“What are we going to do now! I knew it. I am going to die!”

“Calm down! You are going to live.” I said.

“Anyway we are lost what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. But I promise you aren’t gonna die tonight there’s no such thing like fate.” Those words were soon to be proven wrong. Out of the trees the old man showed up.

“My son, fate is the most true thing in this world and definitely the strongest.” Said the old man.

“Don’t call me my son. Go away!” I shouted.

“Please I need you to follow me.” Said the old man.

“Why should we?” I replied.

“Because I am the only one who knows the way out of here.” I looked him in the eyes like a big question but it was pointless his eyes were empty.

At the time I decided to follow him and if he would try to do something funny I would stop him. We started to follow him but a great pain was making me worried. What if the old man was right and John was going to die? What if by following him I had signed a death contract for my friend. And if I was enduring this great responsibility what about him. What about John he had put his trust in me, his life on my shoulders. The old man stopped.

“This is where your trip ends my son.” Said the old man.

I decided to take action and escape the old man, but no I had to ask him: “What kind of god are you to decide our own fate!”

“You fate is decided I am just the messenger.” Said he.

“Who decided that for us? Who has the right of a god?” No way was I gonna let my friend die. I couldn’t give up not now.”

“It’s pointless. Submit now!” Said the old man.

“You could at least give us a chance.” I said.

“Very well my son here is a chance to you. Who decides everything? Who has all the weapons? Who has all the powers to change and stay the same? Who is the real god?”

I wasn’t understanding anything. What was this question. IS there any answer to this. But the answer just came up.

“Me.” Said John

“What?” I asked.

“It’s me who has the power to change and make my fate. Its me the god of myself.”

“And this is how your change your fate my son, by knowing that you can.”-by saying that he disappeared in the void between the trees but before he did that he said to me: “Fate.”