The One Destined for Everything
Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past
The cool morning breeze crept through the window, brushing against Juan’s face. He woke up with his heart racing, the image of that mysterious figure still burned into his mind.
“The universe will know you are destined for everything…”
Those words echoed endlessly in his head. Juan got up and went to the kitchen, where his grandmother was preparing breakfast.
“Rough night?” she asked, noticing his distant gaze.
“Yeah… something like that,” Juan replied, trying to mask the uneasiness consuming him.
“Come, sit down.” His grandmother served him a plate of scrambled eggs with beans. “There’s nothing a good breakfast can’t fix.”
Juan smiled, but deep inside he couldn’t shake off what he had felt in that dream.
Hours later…
While walking to school, that strange feeling returned. His steps slowed, as if something invisible was holding him back. Then it happened.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Everything around him fell into complete silence, and before him, he saw them again: the Mother Plates, this time closer, more real.
But this time, there was something else. In the center of those plates, a shadowy figure stood, surrounded by fire and darkness. The figure slowly turned toward him, and although its face was hidden, Juan felt that presence knew him.
—We’ll meet soon… —the figure whispered before vanishing.
The world snapped back to normal in an instant. Juan gasped, feeling as if he had barely escaped drowning.
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“What is happening?”
That afternoon…
After school, Juan walked through a nearby park when he heard a noise from the trees. He turned and saw a towering figure approaching. It was a huge man, his face covered in scars and twisted in a furious expression.
—You… —the man growled—. The one who humiliated me the other day.
Juan recognized him instantly. It was the man he’d thrown down without understanding how.
—“I’m not looking for trouble,” Juan said firmly.
—“Well, you’ve found it,” the man snarled, raising a fist the size of a rock.
Juan’s instincts took over again. He dodged the punch purely by reflex and, without thinking, caught the man’s arm with unnatural strength. This time, it wasn’t luck… he knew it.
—“How… how are you this strong?” —the man stammered, dropping to his knees.
Juan let go and stepped back, feeling something inside him stirring awake.
“This… isn’t normal.”
That night…
Back home, Juan stood quietly in front of his bedroom mirror. His eyes reflected something new… something he didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t ignore.
The Mother Plates weren’t just a dream.
They were a warning.
And now, he knew that destiny was closing in on him faster than he had imagined.
The One Destined for Everything
Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past
The cool morning breeze crept through the window, brushing against Juan’s face. He woke up with his heart racing, the image of that mysterious figure still burned into his mind.
“The universe will know you are destined for everything…”
Those words echoed endlessly in his head. Juan got up and went to the kitchen, where his grandmother was preparing breakfast.
“Rough night?” she asked, noticing his distant gaze.
“Yeah… something like that,” Juan replied, trying to mask the uneasiness consuming him.
“Come, sit down.” His grandmother served him a plate of scrambled eggs with beans. “There’s nothing a good breakfast can’t fix.”
Juan smiled, but deep inside he couldn’t shake off what he had felt in that dream.
Hours later…
While walking to school, that strange feeling returned. His steps slowed, as if something invisible was holding him back. Then it happened.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Everything around him fell into complete silence, and before him, he saw them again: the Mother Plates, this time closer, more real.
But this time, there was something else. In the center of those plates, a shadowy figure stood, surrounded by fire and darkness. The figure slowly turned toward him, and although its face was hidden, Juan felt that presence knew him.
—We’ll meet soon… —the figure whispered before vanishing.
The world snapped back to normal in an instant. Juan gasped, feeling as if he had barely escaped drowning.
“What is happening?”
That afternoon…
After school, Juan walked through a nearby park when he heard a noise from the trees. He turned and saw a towering figure approaching. It was a huge man, his face covered in scars and twisted in a furious expression.
—You… —the man growled—. The one who humiliated me the other day.
Juan recognized him instantly. It was the man he’d thrown down without understanding how.
—“I’m not looking for trouble,” Juan said firmly.
—“Well, you’ve found it,” the man snarled, raising a fist the size of a rock.
Juan’s instincts took over again. He dodged the punch purely by reflex and, without thinking, caught the man’s arm with unnatural strength. This time, it wasn’t luck… he knew it.
—“How… how are you this strong?” —the man stammered, dropping to his knees.
Juan let go and stepped back, feeling something inside him stirring awake.
“This… isn’t normal.”
That night…
Back home, Juan stood quietly in front of his bedroom mirror. His eyes reflected something new… something he didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t ignore.
The Mother Plates weren’t just a dream.
They were a warning.
And now, he knew that destiny was closing in on him faster than he had imagined.
