Writing Destiny

Chapter 1

14 years earlier...

"ALEATOR!" boomed the deep voice from behind the bedroom door. "Get up right now. This is your final warning."

A young man stirred in his bed, but otherwise remained there.

There was a frustrated shout. "That's it. I'm coming in." 

The bedroom door swung open and in stormed an older man dressed in a black suit. His face was red and his throat was sore from all the shouting. He walked straight up to the young man and yanked on his legs that dangled off the side of the bed.

"I said GET UP! Do you know what day it is today?" shouted the older man. However, the young man reflexively pulled back his legs when they were yanked, causing his dad to topple over and fall with a loud plod onto the ground.

"Five more minutes," mumbled Aleator, who shifted once again in his bed so that his face was fully embedded in his pillow.

"This is the day of your most important exam, and if you do not get up now, you will be late," pressed his dad. 

Aleator responded by pulling the pillow over his ears. The father stood up again, he would need to find a different method to get his son out of bed. He watched his son for a moment, and had to resist the urge to pull his hair out in frustration.

"How did my son turn out like this? He is the son of a guardian angel, he should be setting an example for the others, where did I go wrong?" he muttered to himself.

The father walked to the side of the bed. Then he pulled the covers away to reveal his son's bare back.

"You forced me to do this," he warned his son before pressing his finger to the centre of the boy's spine. After doing so, he immediately stepped backwards and watched as great white wings unfurled from Aleator's back. The wings started to flap and Aleator began to rise from his bed.

"What the..?" Aleator who had drifted back to sleep before, now jerked awake, slightly panicking as he fought for control over his wings. He had risen more than a metre above his bed before he could retract his wings but then fell face flat onto the bed.

"Right," said his father, "Now that I have your attention. Hurry up and get dressed. Then come downstairs for breakfast and I'll take you to your final exam."

Aleator sat up, his mind was still spinning from last night. His throat was dry, and there was a lump rising in his throat. He managed to mumble a quick yes and waited for his father to leave the room, before he rushed to the toilet to puke. 

He rinsed his mouth several times before looking at his reflection in the mirror. Two blood shot eyes stared back at him. It was a really stupid idea to go out last night. This exam was going to go so badly.

But bring it on.

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Thank you to linda_dangxox for making the second trailer for Writing Destiny. :)