Changing The Course of Fate

Prologue

"Fucking shit..." Eliam cursed and eventually groaned as he held his throbbing head with both hands, covering his face. It felt like his head was being smashed with a baseball bat every second.

"Young Master Pier, it's time for you to wake up."

He paused when he heard the unfamiliar voice. For a second, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his head, but he eventually groaned once more when it dulled his thoughts.

He hated headaches. It was something he would never wish upon his greatest enemies. After a few more minutes of him just contemplating if he should rip his hair out or bite his tongue 'til he died, the pulsating pain in his temples started to dwindle... a little bit that is, but it helped him focus more on his surroundings.

Once he was finally able to adjust his thoughts from slitting his throat due to the unbearable headache, he looked around the room through the gaps of his fingers covering his face. He looked like a patient in a mental hospital who was seeing things a mortal should not be seeing.

It was true in the sense that he was seeing an unfamiliar room.

Streams of sunlight beamed through the cream-colored curtains, which flooded the room with a melancholic glow. Weird. Sunlight and melancholy weren't usually associated together, but... it just felt like it.

His eyes opened wider the more his vision and realizations became clearer.

'Where... am I...?' He thought as he looked around for the second time, but to his horror, all he could see was the same view.

"Young Master Pier, do not make your father wait longer." His gaze shifted from looking at the surroundings like a deer caught in headlights to the person standing near his bed. An old lady dressed in a maid's outfit was there. Her wrinkled forehead was scrunched up, and her bushy eyebrows were almost meeting with the displeased look she was giving.

'Who the hell are you?' was what he wanted to say, but somehow, another phrase escaped his lips.

"Alright, I'll be right there..." He muttered in a low voice. Seemingly surprised at the young master's response, the maid nodded her head before turning her back and walking out of the room.

Once the room was empty, Eliam's face turned into dread.

"What the hell is a Pier?" He asked. He can't even remember the last thing he did last night. All he could remember was the exam he was about to take a few days from now. And what was that? Why did his body naturally answer the old maid in that manner instead of the curse that was eagerly waiting to be deployed from the tip of his tongue?

Confused, Eliam looked around to see if his eyeglasses were somewhere near.

"This feels way too real to be a dream," he muttered under his breath as he flipped the pillows and covers. "Or was my memory not in order? Maybe I finished my exams, got drunk, and slept with a mafia boss, which explains why I'm in this ridiculously gigantic room?" he unintentionally snorted and snickered at the thought.

Right. He must've messed up last night. He groaned when he couldn't find his glasses, so that's when he started looking at the drawers near the bed.

"Where are you-" but all hell broke loose when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby mirror.

He came face to face with a face that he didn't recognize, as a man with raven black hair and wide blue eyes was looking back at him, mirroring his surprised state.

That's when the memories started crashing down.