Circle of Inevitability: A Changed Fate

September 1353

 Above the great spirit world, in an ancient castle layered by grey fog, the slumbering figure of an existent greater than deities stirred into semi-consciousness, directing His attention down to the physical world.

 His sight settled onto the view of an old believer of Him, carrying a blueish-black mark on his chest. This was a mark that He had placed on this old man when He had divined that this one man would eventually encounter someone who would have a great role in awakening Him in the future, along with other important events in the world. As for what those essential events were, even He could not foresee it due interference from another consciousness within him.

 The old man was close to the end of his life, that much was clear. His pallor was pale, his hair was falling out, and his breath shallow. The old man was trudging his way through the slums of the great city of Trier, passing vagrants and tramps. However, just as this old man fell on his knees from his sickness in front of a twelve year old boy with blue eyes and black hair, the great existence suddenly felt a strong intuition warning him of a terrible calamity.

 He suddenly had the feeling that, if this old man were to continue interacting with this boy, the great Apocalypse that He was trying to prevent would arrive even sooner! Acting with the wakefulness he had left, the great figure shrouded by grey fog Grafted extra hunger that He had taken from nearby tramps onto the boy, causing the boy to forgo helping the old man to instead seek food to satiate himself.

 Then, the great existence chose to take back His aura that made up the blueish-black mark on the old man's chest, to avoid any of it spreading to the boy. He had also confirmed that His awakening would not be much affected by this decision, but whether the boy would still play a part in His awakening was unknown.

 Thus, after this exertion of his spirituality, the figure shrouded in grey fog felt the niggling sensation of another consciousness within Him fighting for dominance. Taking a mere moment to lampoon the brevity of this moment of respite, the great existence returned to slumber, diving back into His dream, but not before uttering, "Good luck."

 Whether this was for the boy, Himself, or the world, no one knew.