The One Destined for Everything

  Chapter 1: The Whisper of Destiny

  The wind lashed against the windows of the small house where Juan lived with his grandmother. Outside, the night was dark and heavy, but inside their home, a comforting warmth filled the air. The dim light from the television flickered across his grandmother’s face as she slept peacefully in her favorite armchair.

  Juan lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Lately, he’d felt something — something he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t fear… it was more like a quiet voice inside him whispering that something big was coming.

  And then, it happened again.

  His eyes closed involuntarily, and in the shadows of his mind, Juan saw them: two colossal stone plates, covered in ancient symbols, floating in an endless void. An indescribable energy filled the air — powerful yet chaotic — as if those structures were waiting for someone to claim them.

  Juan shivered. Something deep within him knew those plates were tied to his fate… but how?

  —“Juan!” —his grandmother’s voice pulled him out of the trance.

  He opened his eyes to find her standing in the doorway, smiling softly.

  —“Daydreaming again?” —she asked with a warm smile.

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  Juan grinned nervously.

  —“Yeah… just… thinking.”

  His grandmother walked over and ruffled his hair.

  —“Whatever it is… when the time comes, you’ll know,” she said. “What matters is that you never forget who you are, no matter what happens.”

  Those words would stay with him longer than Juan could have imagined.

  Days later…

  The day had been long. Juan was walking home from school when, as he turned a corner, he saw a large man arguing with a younger boy. The man shoved the boy hard, knocking him to the ground.

  —“Hey!” —Juan shouted, running toward them.

  The man turned and glared at him.

  —“You wanna be next, kid?”

  Fear twisted in Juan’s chest… but so did something else. A heat ignited inside him, a burning sensation as if his body knew it could do more than he believed.

  —“Leave now, or you’ll regret it,” —Juan said firmly.

  The man sneered and lunged at him… but before Juan could even think, his body moved on instinct. His hand shot out, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it with unnatural strength. In one swift motion, Juan slammed the man to the ground as if he weighed nothing.

  The man stared at him in disbelief before stumbling away.

  Juan stood frozen, breathing heavily. How… how did I do that?

  —“How… how did you do that?” —the boy he’d defended stammered.

  —“I… I don’t know,” —Juan muttered.

  As he walked home, his mind spun with questions. Something inside him was changing… and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

  That night…

  Juan had the same dream again… but this time, it was different.

  Standing before the Mother Plates was a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. Juan couldn’t see its face, but he could feel its presence — powerful and overwhelming.

  The figure leaned closer, whispering in a deep, distant voice:

  —“When the time comes… the universe will know you are destined for everything…”

  Juan shot awake, drenched in sweat. Outside, the wind howled against the windows.

  Destiny had begun to move… and Juan stood at the center of it all.