Race against Time

Who Even Am I ?

Do you ever feel like your life isn't in your hands? I know it's grim, but I can't be the only one who feels this way. Sometimes, it feels like no matter what I do, the outcome is already decided. It's like I'm in a fast car. No matter how hard I push on the brakes, it doesn't stop. The world rushes past me, a blur of colors and sounds. I'm left gripping the wheel, hoping for a moment of clarity.

In these moments of uncertainty, I find my true strength—or maybe that's just another lie I tell myself to keep going. Who really knows what the future holds? Is it Fate or Destiny that guides me? Or is everything pointless? Why even try? It's like throwing dice at a blank board.

I grapple with these questions, wondering if my path is pre-determined or if I have the power to shape my own future. The idea of Fate suggests everything is set in stone, while Destiny hints at a journey I am meant to embark on. I don't even know what my first step is, or if I have the strength to make it. It feels like those with that mindset are playing chess while I play checkers. It's a losing strategy, but again, is it even my choice?

The freedom to choose how I get there is something that makes me feel better, but is it true? My story hasn't always made me believe that. I know I'm being grim. What can I say? It's my lot in life. It always has been.

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My name is Maverick Archer. Am I troubled? Yes, absolutely. So would you if you knew what I know while knowing there's nothing I can do about it. But tonight, as I stare at the evidence in my hands, I realize that maybe, just maybe, I've been looking at this all wrong. Maybe there is something I can do. I just have to be willing to risk everything.

Okay, I can sense I am confusing you. Maybe I should start at the beginning? It all began when I first stumbled upon the hidden truths about the forces that created our world. I know I sound crazy. At first, I kept this knowledge to myself, unsure of who to trust. But now, with the evidence in my hands and the stakes higher than ever, I realize I can't do this alone.

I remember the moment clearly: it was a rainy night, and I was combing through old archives in an even older library . In Egypt . Not in the pyramids I could never read in a place where termites are feasting on dead pharaohs . Ugh just thinking about it makes me want to lose my last meal . I can't tell anyone how I came across it , not that you would believe me if I did . Okay ! fine I will tell you how I came across it but it sounds absolutely bonkers I don't blame you if you didn't want to believe it .
That's when I found it—a hidden document that spoke of ancient powers and secret societies.  No it's not the Illuminati . It was then that I understood the magnitude of what I had uncovered. The more I dug, the more dangerous it became. Now, with everything on the line, I have to decide who to trust and how far I'm willing to go to uncover the truth. If you knew what I know maybe you would do the same?

It's not just about survival; it's about changing the very course of our existence. At least if I tell you, I won't feel so alone in this struggle. You see, each day the dangers grow, the shadows lurking closer. It's funny... saying that used to be a metaphor, but I've learned the shadows are tangible creatures, twisted beings drawn to those who seek the truth.

Fate, a striking and blind woman with a snake draped around her neck, clothed in bright red garments and a wheel helmet adorning her brown and red locks cascading down her shoulders, and Destiny, a male with a blue toga, an arrow engraved on his war helmet, and a pet spider perched on his shoulder, holding a book with a compass on it, are deities whose diametrically opposed natures caused the formation of the world, and Time Itself was born. The Hands of Time, Minutes and Seconds, are the sisters and brothers of Time.

Minutes and Seconds, they are called (yes, like the hands on a clock), have the sole purpose of influencing people down their path. Most minutes and seconds are the brothers and sisters of Time Itself , while others are mortals who pledged their lives to their cause. My father was one of them but he disobeyed one of their most sacred rules and was punished. My mother became insane shortly afterwards. I've made it my mission to find out why and possibly find a way to help him recover. The hands of Time are hell bent to protect themselves from the world knowing about them. I believe it's highly important that people know about their existence.  Death and Life were also born .

Don't say I didn't warn you. I can feel the Hands of Times presence now, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, convinced that every flickering light and every creaking floorboard is them.

Sometimes, I wonder if it's all just paranoia. But deep down, I know it's real. I've seen them. I've even met a couple . It's my subconscious trying to protect me, whispering warnings that I can't afford to ignore. And now you know it too.  l am just sorry that they will be after you too now .