Nobody's POV:-
Corbyn was lying in his bed with his teddy tucked up to him. He was half asleep when a flash of light became visible in his room. He froze as he saw a figure come out of the light from the corner of his eyes.
"Corbyn. Corbyn Besson", the figure said approaching the bed slowly.
Corbyn didn't respond instead closed his eyes tighter. The figure neared him and touched him slowly. He immediately let out a scream kicking at it.
Corbyn's parents immediately rushed into the room and froze when they saw a figure standing in front of their son's bed.
"Who are you?", Mr.Besson immediately asked approaching the figure carefully.
The figure turned to him. It was an old man dressed in long robes.
"Mr.Besson", the man spoke. "I have come here to tell your son about his destiny".
"Destiny?", Corbyn asked sitting up now. He was only six at the time but was intelligent for his age and so understood what the old man was talking about.
"Yes child. Your destiny", the old man said turning back to him and smiling then he turned back to Corbyn's parents and told them everything. Once he was done, all three were left speechless and just stared at the old man in awe.
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True Destiny
FanfictionSix boys set out to find their destiny told to them when they were only six. What happens when they find each other instead? Read it 😃.
