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Destiny's Gambit

Aiden Spencer reluctantly reached for his phone, squinting at the barrage of messages on the group of his friends. Still half-asleep, he fumbled around his nightstand until he finally grasped his phone, reading the urgent texts through bleary eyes: “The moon is so red tonight!” “You have to see the moon!” “The sky is amazing, look outside!” “Don’t miss the moon tonight!” Used to sleeping in complete darkness with the curtains drawn, Aiden didn’t immediately check the view outside his window. Instead, his gaze lingered, and he noticed something strange: a letter on his nightstand. 'What the…?' He picked up the letter, instantly recognizing the symbol of the secret society he had formed with his childhood friends—friends who had mysteriously vanished one by one. As he opened the letter, only a single paper lay within, while dark red liquid began to drip from it, staining his hand. 'Is this… blood?' Pushing through a wave of fear, Aiden sat up, flicked on the lamp, and inspected the paper. His eyes widened, pupils dilating in horror as he read the messy, blood-red words scrawled across the page: "Don’t look at the moon!" ____________________________ The Great Smog brought countless incomprehensible disasters. Turns out it wasn’t unity that worked, but fragmentation. The government relocated people from cities to towns across the lands, thinning out the population. It worked, the number of disasters witnessed a drastic decline, making it manageable for the government to deal with. Years after The Great Smog, Aiden Spencer has come across such incomprehensible disasters, one even in his home. _____________________________ Conditional Magic - It fascinated me when I read about it, so this is the magic in my novel. Major themes - Magic and Corruption. Minor themes - Fate and Free will. Major tags - Magic, Mystery, Damaged civilization, Ghosts, Mythical races, (end game tags) :- Portals, Multiple Worlds. Minor tags - Academy, Slice of life, Potatoes. The name of the book is slightly end game so sorry if it doesn’t match in your head while you read the novel. My discord server - https://discord.gg/Keb7J7dHQF

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Leaving town

Aiden had seen that expression on his face for the first time. He had recently found that Lucas had a lot more confidence which he centered around his trait of being a super. Seeing how scared he was, it could only be the ghost they were talking about. 

Did he somehow trigger one of the conditions?

Aiden mused as he repeated to Lucas what he had said earlier. "Looking at the red moon might be one of the conditions?" He asked, horrified.

"Possibly. You can go through the list."

Rather than taking out his own phone, he borrowed Aiden's and sat back into his seat.

Question - Could they have seen the red moon?

Following are the families which have been murdered.

Family 1 - No information

Family 2 - Very likely, they were having a party on the terrace. 

Family 3 - No. A working family. Have a habit of sleeping early.

Family 4 - No information. One oddity - a baby was the only one left alive. Never before was anyone in the house spared.

Family 5 - Very likely, the family had a hobby of stargazing. 

Family 6 - Definitely saw it. 

Following are the families which were spared.

Family 1 - They have seen it. 

Family 2 - They have seen it.

Family 3 - Didn't see the moon.

Family 4 - Seen it.

"I see why you said what you did." Lucas commented as he turned around and returned Aiden's phone. "Yep." Aiden took it and said, "Why did you react like that though? Did you see the red moon?"

There was a silence for a few seconds before Lucas admitted to it. He said, "I couldn't help it. It was hanging low, very much in my vision as I saw it while I was driving to this town, almost about to enter it. I couldn't not see it. I even commented on how beautiful it was. Who knew it was a work of some specter?"

Hellen interjected with a frown, "The moon was white yesterday, as far as I know, it was only red on the night of march 1."

Aiden theorized. "It could be that it is for everyone in the town. Just like the range of one in my house has a range of only one house, this one could have a range of a little more than the town. And since Lucas was not there for the first time the red moon appeared, when he entered the range for the first time, he saw it then. Maybe everyone in its range will see it one time."

Hellen was pale as he kept talking. She absentmindedly muttered. "I didn't even think of this. Such a huge range. What kind of powerful ghost is this?"

Due to Aiden speaking out, no one heard her mutterings. Aiden asked her through expressions but she simply dismissed it. 

He continued, "There needs to be another condition apart from seeing the red moon. Because even if we assume that family 1 and 5 saw the red moon, family 4 definitely didn't. There must be other things at play. Also the fact how surviving families saw the moon but still survived, all the more reason for more conditions to be there."

Hellen, who had composed herself, thought a bit before summarizing, "So basically, for you to be qualified to be killed by the ghost, what we have for now is - 

Seeing the red moon, which is a partial or optional condition. There might be another thing along with it for this first condition to be fulfilled. Something to do with shoes. 3rd condition might or might not be present."

"Experience really is useful." Valeria enviously muttered from the front seat. Aiden only took a glance at her, passing a comment mentally before closing his eyes to get some rest.

You need some brains too.

Nothing happened the entire ride as they reached the 3rd site. Lucas informed he'll be staying in the car while the rest stepped out of it. With something clicking in his mind, Aiden turned around and knocked on the window of the car, indicating Lucas to roll them down.

"What? Left something in the car?"

"No no. I was thinking, could you check on how my sister is doing?"

"Oh! That little brat?"

Aiden chuckled as he answered, "Yes. She is grown up now. I sent her to the care center of the town as I was wary about the ghost in my house. But I am just getting worried about her. I didn't get the time to check on her as I've been busy these days, or I swear I would've gone myse—"

Lucas patted his chest, interrupting his request. "Hey, chill! I'll go, okay? You don't need to give me reasons. Are you bringing formalities between our bond now?" He put the hand back on his own chest, with a fake accent of hurt in his voice. "Chill out, I'll be back soon with good news. You go do what you are best at, I'll go do what I am best at." Lucas reassured Aiden and stepped on the accelerator, leaving without waiting for a reply.

Aiden gazed at the back of the car with a wry smile on his smile.

Am I subconsciously rejecting them now? Did I change more than them? 

He shook his head with a chuckle and redirected his focus. 

This house was more modern than the previous two. 

The structure had a flat roofline and expansive, floor-to-ceiling windows on two floors that reflected the surrounding greenery. The exterior façade was a mix of natural wood and sleek, white stucco, giving the bungalow a clean, sophisticated look. 

True to Aiden's opinion on the bungalow being on the modern side, a pergola with creeping vines, offering a shaded sitting area with contemporary outdoor furniture, was situated in the lawn with a huge projector set up in front of it.

With a tired sigh, he muttered. "I'll have to go through this?"

For the next twenty minutes, he examined the lawn and like the previous house, inspected the windows. There was nothing unusual this time. With furrowed brows he checked the group chat and realized all the victims had died on the terrace.

He walked up the steps and noticed multiple pairs of shoes, except that, as usual, one from them was missing. Noting that down in his memory, he stepped inside and began scanning through the house.

It was thirty minutes later when Hellen called him, informing him to arrive at the living room immediately. 

"Elias." Aiden called out, as he approached him for a handshake. "How are you here?"

Elias firmly shook his hands and replied with a smirk. "Why? I cannot be here?"

"I didn't mean it that way, you know it very well." Aiden replied with a straight face.

Shrugging simply, Elias turned to Hellen and asked, "Can I say it now?"

Without waiting, he tugged on the strap of his bag on his back and began, "Me and my family have decided to leave this town. My sister is getting really bad vibes from the place, add to that the murders which are happening in the town. She can't sit still. She keeps insisting to move out so we have decided to leave this town." He spread his hands and looked around at Aiden, Hellen and Valeria, before continuing.

"Of course, that is not all. There are other things which contributed to this decision. When we visited the administrative office, my sister detected signs of hacking on the main computers there. She managed to recover a few things but they were incomplete. It said a few things like "Moving the town" but we weren't sure what it meant." He looked around, trying to ascertain the changes in facial expression but he found none.

Good thing Lucas isn't here. Aiden silently thought. Elias went on.

"Does that mean my father got the message but didn't choose to act on it? Due to incompleteness, we don't know when the message was sent either, before my father left or after. This entire situation is fishy. If my father got the message before he left, doesn't that make it inconsistent? He didn't act on the order before leaving. Why did our administration even suffer from hacking in the first place? I only came to give you this information. You can do whatever you want with it."

Elias then tossed a key to Hellen. "It's the key to the administrative office, the people working there recognize this as absolute authority. I don't know when my father will come back, or I doubt he will, given the eerie things that are happening. So, you can look through any files for any information you want. Cya."

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