1 Fate

In a remote forest in one of the lowest planes in the universe, there was a cottage, it was small, there was enough space for just a bed and fire, that's it. The cottage was made out of things you could find on the ground, sticks, grass, leaves, and even mud. What was noticeable about it was that it did not look bad or good, it was just there like nature built it along with the forest.

In that cottage, there was a man, he was not universe defyingly handsome, but he was not ugly either. He was normal, average, ordinary, common, any word that could describe that he had nothing special about him.

The man was in the cottage stoking the fire with a stick, his actions seemed normal, like what any other person would do. But the fire was reacting very strangely, it acted like a child getting caressed by its parents. The fire went towards the man trying to get intimate with him, the man did not mind it and just continued stroking the fire.

The scene was very natural.

"Waaa.... waaa..."

However, the scene suddenly got ruined by a noise. It was wailing, a high pitched wailing, like something a baby would do.

This noise was obviously heard by that man, he got up unhurriedly and walked towards the noise. The noise was quite far away as he had to walk for long time, the forest was unusually quiet at this time if trying to radiate the sound of the wailing.

He walked to the noise and saw a basket, it was in an oval shape made with tree branches. The tree branches made the man curious about what was inside the basket, the tree branches had a special green glow that he had seen before and it was definitely not ordinary.

The man walked further and saw a baby wrapped in leaves that seemed to be from the same tree as the branches. The baby's face was not matured, but it was enough to tell that it was feminine. When the man saw the face of the baby he narrowed his eyes for a second but it quickly returned to his previous expressionless face.

He stood there looking at the baby for a good minute before he finally did something, he walked forward to the basket and lifted it into his arms. The man looked at the baby one more time and then lifted his head to the sky. His normally black eyes turned completely dark as he shot a meaningful glance towards the sky, but when he lifted his gaze away from the sky his eyes turned dark to normal.

He walked west holding the basket, towards the nearest city completely abandoning the cottage that he had lived in for a long, long time