A month passed, and Alexa finished one story again, and now she was going to a publishing house to apply for her book. She smiled while she walked out the door, looked at the manuscript she was carrying, and then walked to the taxi.

 It took an hour before she arrived after an hour's trip. She looked at the building and the entrance. "I'm hoping that it's now accepted."  

 Her face is full of desire for her story to succeed this time. She entered the building and went to the office of the editor. She's now sitting in front of so many writers who are applying for their stories too. After a few hours of waiting, it is her turn to give her manuscript to the editor. She sat down in front of a woman after several hours of waiting.

 She handed the story sheet to the folder she was holding. And the woman read it, this time reading the plot, characters, setting, genre, and some chapters of her story. Happiness could not be seen on the woman's face, and at that moment, her hand was sweating because she was nervous about the result. As the woman reads her story, only her eyes move.

 She took the folder after the woman read it and handed it back to her. "I'm sorry, Ms. But I can't accept your story." The woman's serious statement

 "But, ma'am, isn't my story that good? I can fix it."

 The editor sighed. "Your writing style is outstanding, but your story is too common for me to accept; this time, our company is looking for something unique, with a twist to the story that is not typical, even in the romance genre; with so many books on the market, their stories are very similar to yours; therefore, if you want your story to be published, you need to make a story unusual, such as adding a twist to excite your readers. You can still come back here if you have a new story."

 She did not speak, and she was stunned to leave that building because she had hoped that her new story would be accepted now, but she failed again, and she would return home disappointed with herself. What she feels right now is visible in her eyes—sadness. But she didn't go home right away. She went to the mall to comfort herself and not worry about what happened.

 Meanwhile, Lucas, the boy who lives in the magical house with Victor, is going to school. He acts like a human, but he does not show his powers, like floating in the air. He had to go to school, and he seemed to be looking for something.

 "Where is it? I'm late!" he said as he rummaged through the bookshelves, but he couldn’t find what he was searching for.

 He looked at his grandfather's desk, and his eyes traveled back and forth until he found what he was looking for. In a hurry, he grabbed the wrong book because he was already late for school. So he didn’t notice that the book he got was different from the one he used in school.

 Victor came out of his room and went to his desk, planning to write in the magical book again, but when he sat down and looked where he had placed it, he noticed another book and not the magical book.

 His eyes narrowed at the sight. "Wait a minute, where's the magical book? Why is there another book on my desk?" He checked the table as well as the drawers, but he really couldn’t find it.

 "Where did my magical book go? I just put it here, but why isn't it here, and why is there another book on my desk?" He wondered. He looked for it several times but could not find it, so he stopped and sat down again. "I'll ask Lucas if he sees it later." 

 Meanwhile, Alexa was happily watching the kids playing on the mall’s playground. She smiled at a child waving at her because it was cute and it looked like it was only two years old. She was having so much fun at the mall that she didn't realize that it was already night and it looked like it was going to rain, so she immediately took a taxi home before it rained.

 On the way home, Lucas thinks to go outside the church, even though the church door was closed at that time. He is used to going there because it is quiet outside the church at night.

 He sits in a chair outside the church, but as he begins to take the book out of his bag, suddenly someone calls out to the magical mirror that looks like a compact mirror.

 He accidentally dropped the book on the chair rather than inside the bag, and he didn't notice it. He opened the compact mirror, and Victor's face appeared. "Lucas, what time is it? You haven't come home yet."

 "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm at church." 

 "Go home. I'll ask you something."

 "All right, Grandpa," Victor said, then disappeared from the mirror, and only the reflection of Lucas' face could be seen. 

 When the rain began to fall, Lucas no longer noticed the book dropped on the chair, and the rain got heavier. He hurriedly walked away, but then the rain got heavier as he ran. 

 He's going to meet Alexa, who is also running, on a narrow street. That time seems to slow down as the two-run, their skins almost touching. 

 They had already passed each other, and Alexa was forced to stop outside the church because of the heavy rain.

 "Why suddenly the rain falls? Is it the rain comforting me at this moment?" she whispered, then wiped the parts of her body with a handkerchief.

 The rain still did not stop for a few minutes. She sat on the chair, but as she waited for the rain to stop, she noticed a book next to her. "A book?" She grabbed it and examined it.

 "It's nice, even if it's old." She opened the book, and she was surprised to find nothing written inside. "So why is nothing written?" she wondered.

 "Even though the book is old, why are the pages blank? But maybe I can still use it." She's unsure if she should get this book. It seems that the owner will not come back because it's late, so she decided to get it. 

 "I'm sorry to whoever owns it; if I do not take this, the church utility might just throw it away." She hugged it and looked up at the sky, glad that the rain had stopped and she could go home.

 Meanwhile, as soon as Lucas entered the house, he saw his grandfather searching through the bookshelves for something.

 He shouted, "I'm already here!"

 Her grandpa shifted his focus on him and suddenly stopped. "I'm glad you're here. I have a question for you."

 "What is it, Grandpa?"

 "Did you see the magical book? Maybe you played with it earlier?" Grandpa's eyes narrowed at him.

 "No, I didn't touch the book when I gave it to you."

Victor's brows almost came together. "But why did the book vanish from the table? I just put it on the side of my desk, and the strange thing is, there is another book on my table."

 "But, how?"

 Her grandpa walked over to the table. "This is the book." He grabbed the book, and then his grandfather turned to him.

 His eyes widened because of the book his grandfather was holding. "That's mine. I put it on the table, but I picked up another book there that I should not have taken. " 

 They stared at each other, and he realized that he had gotten the wrong book earlier. "Give the book back to me, Lucas."

 He opened his bag and searched for the book, but he didn't have a book to touch inside his bag, so he became worried.

 "What's the problem?" his grandpa asked, and his face turned pale. 

 "It looks like the book is missing," he whispered.

 "Wait a second, I can't hear your voice."

 He closed his eyes tightly. "It looks like the book is missing," he mumbled.

 Grandpa looked confused at him. "What! Are you saying that the book is missing? It cannot be lost because that book is not ordinary, Lucas!"

 "But the book is no longer in my bag."

 His grandpa lifted his head and tried not to get angry. "Of all the things you might lose, why the Book of Destiny? Don't you know that the people who are written about in the book might be messed up because of your carelessness?" He just bowed his head because he knew he was wrong, but while bowing his head, he remembered something dropping on the side of his church chair as he was talking to Grandpa Victor.

 "It seems that I already know where the book is."

 "Where?"

 "While sitting outside the church, I felt something fall on my side."

 "We'll have to go there before the book disappears forever."

 They went there and headed to the church, but when they arrived, there was no book in any of the chairs, including Lucas' chair, where he was sitting an hour ago. 

 Grandpa asked him, "Did you see?"

 He shook his head and showed his disappointment with the situation. "Grandpa, it seemed like the book had already truly gone."

 Grandpa Victor's frustration with him can be seen in his eyes. "You know that book is sacred, and I'm the only one who should be holding it, and do you know that two people will be delayed from meeting again because of what you did?"

 His eyes sparkled because tears started to fall in his eyes from what Grandpa said, "I'm so sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to."

 Grandpa sighed and focused his gaze on him. "In the meantime, let's go home and think about how to find the book," his grandpa suggested. He agreed and followed him.

 Meanwhile, Alexa got home and searched for Lexie as soon as she opened the door. 

 "Lexie, I'm here!" she said and searched inside the house, but Lexie was nowhere to be found, even in her room. 

 "She must have worked overtime once again."

 Before going to the kitchen and cooking her dinner, she put her things down, including the book she found on her bedroom table.

 She ate and waited an hour before going to sleep. She was lying down on the bed, but sleepiness did not come to her after a few minutes of lying down and closing her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw the book on the table. She got up, took a few steps forward, and examined it. 

 "Who owns this?" Then she flipped through the book's beautiful pages, and there was a feeling that she was excited to write in it. "But the question is, will the owner be able to come back to the church?" But eventually, she decided to write in the book because she felt it was necessary to do so.

 "What kind of story can I write here?" She was thinking of a story while playing with the pen in her hand while she gazed at the ceiling. "Right! A high school story like what happened to me back then, and I'll get a feel for what I had over there before," she said, smiling as she recalled her high school memories.

 Until they graduated, she liked one person. She used to secretly look at him, but she couldn't talk to him face-to-face or express her feelings. Also, another man teased her whenever she tried to talk to the person she liked, and until they graduated, she couldn't express her feelings for the one she loved. She just found out that person has already married now, maybe because they weren't the ones for each other back then. And the other man, who was constantly teasing her back then, never gave any news about where he is now.

 "My story was good then; I'll just change the scenes, characters' names, and behaviors, and I won't include other people I have met; this time, I'll make the heroine brave and true to herself, and she can say whatever she feels; and the male protagonist is handsome and rarely smiles and is quiet; I'll just include other characters based on what I want to include, and I'll just write some scenes based on my imagination, not only from in my own story." First, she wrote down her characters on a piece of paper.

 Daniella is the heroine who has the amazing freedom to say anything she wants to whoever the person is, even if they aren't aware of it. She's also a happy person.

 William, the male protagonist, has a quiet attitude and rarely smiles at other people. The one Daniella loves.

 Charice is Daniella's rival with William, and she is the reason why William does not keep his promises to her.

 Bree, Daniella's friend, is always willing to protect her from Charice when something bad is happening to her.

 As she reviewed the paper, she smiled. "I think my character is okay; I can start writing right now." She pinned the paper to the wall and held the pen to start her new story.

By the time Alexa's hand moved to write, that was the beginning of Daniella and William's story.

 Daniella's mother yelled, "Daniella! Get up! You're late for your class! It's morning, and the sun is rising. " Daniella doesn't seem to hear because she's still gaping and sounds asleep.

 "My goodness, it's the same scenario Daniella and I have every year," she said as she headed up to the old staircase to Daniella's room, where she saw her daughter still sound asleep. "Daniella, get up! It's the first day of school, and you're still sleeping until now you are in fourth-year high school, yet it's still hard to wake you up every morning. "

 I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother, who was now frowning at me. "Your breakfast is ready, my highness." My mother joked.

 "Okay, I'll be there in a second," I said, but my mother didn't like that and squeezed my ear. "Oh, no! Mom, it hurts. I've just awakened. "

 "Stand there and eat before you leave. You've woken up for a long time like a child. You're not a rich person who has helpers who still need to be woken up in the morning! " While my mother was preaching, I got up and left the room because of the pain in my ear from her loud voice that I can hear every morning every time school starts.

 "Mom actually set an alarm clock with the use of her voice because it's too loud and says a lot, but in fairness, it worked." And I went to the kitchen, still smiling.

 My mother came downstairs and went to the kitchen where I was eating. "You know, I'm still talking to you upstairs. Why are you leaving?" She asked.

 "Because mom, it's still morning and you're creating so much noise."

 My mother's forehead furrowed. "You should get up faster to avoid being late in class; have you checked the time? You're going to be late for your class. "

 I looked at the clock on the wall, but when I realized the school gate would close in 30 minutes, I ate the hotdog and rice at the same time, not sure if I was just swallowing it. I hurried to go to my bedroom, took a quick shower, and groomed myself before leaving and saying goodbye to my mother.

 Our house is near the school, but if I do not start walking early, I will indeed be late, so I'm now walking and slightly running to get there on time.

 The guard is going to close the school gate. "Wait, Sir Tony!" I yelled, raising my hands.

 Sir Tony, the guard, heard me. "Nothing has changed, Daniella; you're still late; your class is about to start."

 "Thank you, Sir Tony." And I hurried to my classroom, and thankfully, their first teacher was not yet there.

 I sat on a chair next to Bree, my best friend. "Well, you're still awake," Bree said. 

 I looked at Bree. "I'm fairly sure I'm still alive today; can't you see me?"

 Bree breathed out a sigh. "Until now, you've been a philosopher; in fact, it's a good thing you woke up because you'll be absent right away in our first class."

 "I'm here, so don't worry. Thanks to my noisy mother. "

 Their teacher had already entered the room, so the two stopped. "Good morning, student! I just want to say that in this section you are the same classmates you were when you were still in third-year high school, but not this time because there is a person to add to this section." My classmates wondered and also me. My class section is the same student back in third year for almost four years, including this year. Nothing has changed.

 "What do you think, Daniella? Is our new classmate a transferee? " Bree asked.

 "I'm not sure. Let's take a look. "

 Outside the door, the teacher turned. "You can get inside." My world seemed to slow down or stop when I saw who it was a few minutes after it entered.

 "Introduce yourself," their teacher said.

 "Good morning, my name is William," it said simply.

 Once Bree noticed that I wasn't moving, she grabbed my arms and shook me. "Hey! "You look like a rock and a fool." 

 "Bree, tell me it's just a dream that he won't be our classmate," I please.

"Yes, it's just a dream because you're still asleep and haven't woken up yet." 

 I looked at her and narrowed my eyes. "You said I told you it was just a dream. I just followed, but Dan, do you have any idea why he moved here? He should be in section A, right, first and third year, but now he's in the last section. I'm confused. " 

 I nodded and turned my gaze to the front, but when I did it, I noticed that William was staring at me, and I seemed to have a stroke in my seat.

 When the teacher began speaking, William turned to look at the other students. "You may be wondering why William Franco is here because you all know he is probably one of the smartest students in your batch, but the truth is that there is a program, and one of you, William, can be a tutor, so here he is, and he will choose from the index card. Take out an index card and write your names, then pass the papers from the last row, going to the front, and give them to me. Is that clear?" 

The other student said, "Yes ma'am."

 They all wrote on an index card and submitted it to their teacher. "All right, William, pick up one index card and say aloud the name that is written on it for whoever you have chosen."

 While William is slowly moving his fingers over the index cards, I have been unable to explain how I feel right now.

 William pulls it out and the majority of the students stare at the paper; almost all of the female students wish that they could be chosen because, in addition to being smart, he is also very attractive, even if not smiling.

 "Daniella Sanchez," William said suddenly, and Daniella didn't seem to hear him immediately.

"Hey! You're the chosen one! " Bree said as she shook my shoulder and looked puzzled.

 "Where?" 

 Bree's eyebrows met for my answer. "You're crazy. William pulled your index card. He is your tutor now. Where does your mind go as William pulls out the index card?" I turned my gaze to the front, and their gazes met. I was still like a rock because I couldn't move and didn't even blink.

 "Are you okay?" asked Bree.

"Maybe the wind will catch you and you'll end up like that." 

 I realized what was happening, and I turned my gaze to William again, but he was no longer looking at me. "All right, class, go back to your seat and the class will begin. Mr. William will sit next to Miss Sanchez on the right. "

 My world seemed to stop when their teacher told us where William would sit, with only a five-step distance between my chair and his. As William sits and faces their teacher, I can't take my eyes off of William because I think it will be my best year in high school before I can graduate.

 I have a crush on William since our first year at SHS, and I always made a way for him to notice me, but the first and fourth years of high school passed and I still didn't have a sign if William had a crush on me too.

 Our other subjects passed by, and I was getting ready to go home, but William suddenly approached me while I was gathering my belongings.

 "After that, follow me," he said, as he began to walk. I was puzzled, but later I followed him.

 William was almost moved too far when he stopped in a chair near the basketball court inside the school. He turned to me and began to explain to the two of them the set up. "I just have a few rules for teaching you, so we don't have a problem."

 I gave a slow nod. "First and foremost, you must always be on time; I do not want you to be late. Second, if it is not about tutoring, do not talk to me. Is that clear? "

 "Yeah, sure," I replied.

 "Third, you should have understood at least half of what I taught you; in other words, you should concentrate on the lesson rather than on me."  While I kicked the ground and sighed. "Did you understand what I said?"

 I smiled at William when I raised my head. "I got it all," I reply.

 "Then I can go home." Although it felt like William still had something to say, he didn’t say anything and left immediately.

 I looked and followed him with my eyes as he walked until it faded from my sight. "He hasn't changed. He's still mean. " I smiled and that almost ripped my cheeks. "But this is probably the best year for me because I can be with him now, unlike before when I had to stalk to find out where he was in part of the school, and he didn't say anything that I should give up what I've been doing since the beginning, so I'll do what I want."

 Bree had been looking for me for a few minutes, so she was confused and shocked when she saw me with that look. "Dan, I've been looking for you a while ago, and why do you look like that?"

 I quickly faced Bree, who was shocked because I looked like I was not Daniella. "Can you tell me what happened to you?"

 "Nothing. "Let's go home," I said, and I continued to smile.

"Dan, went crazy for the first week of school! "This is unbelievable!," she said before she walked and followed Daniella to go home.

 Bree got home first because her house was closer to the school, while I had to walk another block to get home. It is not conventional for me to ride a tricycle to get home as long as I can walk, but it is not in a hurry, and it is also a waste of money if I ride the tricycle all of the time.

 Even though I was still in my first year of high school, I always felt as if someone was following me since I started walking, but every time I looked behind me, there were no people or even animals. I was scared at first, but now I'm used to it every school year, and it's possible that I was just imagining things, so I did not pay enough attention in the end.

 I was now standing in front of their house when I spotted my mother, who was already inside the cottage, having a coffee.

 I shouted, "Mom, I'm back!"

 My mother, Maria, frowned. "Why are you shouting as if you're coming from another country?"

 "Did you miss me?"

 "No! Get inside and change your clothes so you don't have to be silly here, "she said before sipping coffee.

I slowly started to walk inside their house. "Every time I said something like a joke, she had an answer for it." I shook my head while I searched for my clothes.

 I couldn't let my mother be sad since my father left them because God took it too soon, even if it was just a simple tease. She could not think that they were just the two of them, even though my mother was upset with me sometimes. But, even if it doesn't seem like it, I can now say that she is simply riding on my crazy doings.

 I sat down in front of my mini table when I had finished putting my things in the cabinet and took the small box from the drawer. "For almost a year, I've started to save money for this necklace, and now I've already bought it, but nothing seems to be happening in my effort to get him to notice me until now." I picked up the necklace until it was level with my face, with a pendant of the letter D inside the ring. "You are my last gift to him because I'm about to graduate next year and I don't know where he will go to college, so if I can't follow him anymore, I will give this to him and I hope he keeps it. I'm okay with that." I stared at the necklace for a while before putting it back in the drawer.

"Last chance, Daniella, if none of that works out, move on after graduation," I murmured to myself, smiling as I walked out of the room.

 Daniella came in early the next day since she didn't want to be late, so she started walking before six a.m. Daniella was close to the school gate when she noticed William entering the gate at the same time.

I greeted him with a smile and said, "Good morning, William!" William just gave me a lazy look before entering the gate. 

 William did not return my greetings, my smile faded. "It's early, Daniella," I thought, " So maybe he's not in the mood yet." I went inside and to my classroom.

 Because it was still early, my other classmates were already outside once I sat down in my chair. Only a few students were inside with me and William; Bree seemed to be not in the school yet, and I saw that she wasn't in her chair. I rested my head on my arm on the desk while they waited for their teacher, looking at William, who was reading a book.

 William apparently felt that someone was looking at him, so he turned around and caught me looking at him. I didn't even look away and smiled at William. "Do you need anything?" William asked lazily. 

 I just shook my head. William would have been ready to go back to reading again, but he remembered something to say. "By the way, I will start tutoring you after class at breaktime. We go there in the school garden. There were tables and chairs." And then he went back to reading again.

 The school bell rang. It means that all students should enter their classroom immediately.

 I seemed to remember the male teacher from the way I looked now, because my eyes widened as he walked into the room, and the book I was holding lay on the desk, pretending to be read.

 He greeted everyone with, "Good morning, class!" And he rolled his eyes at all of his students now, but it stopped with one student whose face was hidden by the book cover.

 "Excuse me! Could you please put down the book you're holding before the lesson starts, because I haven't yet told all of you to use a book, "he asked seriously.

 I try to keep my gaze away from what he just said. "Why did Sir Salvador become our teacher on the second day of class?" I had no choice but to slowly lower the book.

 Mr. Salvador's eyes narrowed at me because he appeared to be aware of the situation immediately. "Miss Daniella Santos, I had no idea that you'd be my student again this year." I smiled. "I thought you forgot about me, like last year. But next week, this section will have a quiz. I'll see if all of you still remember the formulas that were taught last year. For now, pass the index card with your written name and section. " He sat on the chair in front of the table. The students murmured, but they couldn't do anything because that was really the behavior of Mr. Salvador. 

 William turned to Daniella, who was now staring at her index card while writing her name on the index card.

 An hour passed on the subject of Mr. Salvador, and the students were introducing themselves one by one, even Mr. Salvador, to them. "Okay, class, wait for your next teacher. I'm leaving. Don't forget the quiz next week, especially you Daniella. " He looks at me once before he leaves.  

 Bree approached me. "It looks like you are Sir Salvador's favorite student, Dan. You'll believe you've escaped his subject, but he followed you until your final year here.

 "That's why there's a quiz next week. I know I am a little below average in math. How can I pass the math subject again this year? " I seemed frustrated. 

 Bree came close to my ear again. "Crazy, don't you know that you have a tutor now? It's William. Thanks to him, because he pulled out your name; otherwise you wouldn't be on stage on graduation day. " 

 When I realized what Bree had said, I smiled. "Glad you still remember."

 Bree looked at me as if she was confused. "Everything happened yesterday, Dan. You forget that easily?" And it was back in her seat again. 

 "Is it my fault that I forgot? I thought it was just a dream yesterday, " I whispered.

 A few teachers passed by, and it was time for their breaktime, so William went first to their meet-up place, and then I followed.

 I just sat quietly opposite to William, because he was already reading the book, so I waited for a while and didn't disturb him first. 

 William put down the book, which surprised me as there was too much force and a serious stare at me. "Why?" I asked, looking nervous. 

 "What were your grades for Sir Salvador in math then?"

 I forced a laugh. "Why do you need to know it?"

 "Because I'm your tutor and, based on what Sir Salvador said earlier, you just seem too lucky to pass for his subject. "

 My eyes widened. "Hey! From the way you speak, what are your grades in math subjects? Go ahead, tell me! " 

 William folded his arms and looked at me in the eye. "I had 99 grades in math back then."

"What!?" I shouted. "The grades are almost 100."

 "Now, what are your grades in math then."

 I didn't answer right away and played with my fingers on my hand first. "75," I said softly, and William didn't hear.

 "Louder your voice, I can't hear it."  

 In my mind, "What kind of person is he?" I sighed before raising my voice. "I said I had 75 grades back then!"   

 William shook his head. "It's a good thing the school has a program for tutoring and you're one of the chosen ones, because otherwise it's a pity you won't be able to graduate next year."

 "Sometimes it really hurts the way he talks, " I whispered.

 "Are you saying something?"

 "Nothing!" I smiled at the same time. In all the subjects, math is the one that causes the most difficulty for me, but in other subjects, my grades are okay, but it cannot be said that my grades are too high in all subjects. 

 William arranged his things before he started. "You seem to be weak in math, so that's what I'm going to focus on teaching you first, and tomorrow I'll give you examples of solutions to previous lessons in the third year, so try to remember it because I'll give you a short quiz."

 I looked at him in disbelief. "Quiz!" Is that sure? Think about it carefully first. Maybe you're just excited. " I was still making sure. 

 William turned his head to me, looking disappointed. "You must learn to listen and do what I say if you want to pass all of the subjects. It's not for me, and if there was a real chance, I wouldn't have accepted tutoring if you were not serious about this. Don't take everything too seriously. " He stood up and left me unable to speak because I was hit by what it said.

 What should have happened next was ruined when Lexie appeared suddenly, so what happened next in William and Daniella's conversation could not be written immediately.

"Hey!Alexa, do you still have any plans to eat? You've been locked in your room for a few days and you're just writing, and you're always eating late," Lexie scolded me, while placing her hands on her waist.

 I stretched and I dropped the pen. "I'm sorry, but my scene with my characters is too exciting, so I can't help but write and continue, " I explain while smiling at Lexie, who is now staring at the book.

 "Why do you write in that book since you usually write in a notebook or on bond paper?" she questioned. "Where did you get that and why is it so old?"

 "I just found it outside the church. It looked like one person did know that the book had fallen, so I picked it up; it's a pity because it's still nice to write in this book. "

 In the book, Lexie seemed to be feeling something bad, as if there was some magic thing she couldn't explain. "Maybe the owner will return without you even waiting to come back."

 "I checked around before I went home. I didn't see anyone, so maybe it won't come back. "

 Lexie simply nodded and looked at the book for the last time."Let's eat first, then just go back to writing," Lexie said, and I nodded, so I could continue to write afterward.

 Meanwhile, Victor is facing a problem at home because the mystery book is still missing. "We're going to be punished for what you did, Lucas. Just always look before you take something, understand? "

 "I'm sorry, Grandpa; I was in a hurry and didn't check to see if I got my book."

 Victor was about to say something until he felt something strange around him. "It looks like this is the day, Lucas, because he's already here." Lucas hid behind a bookshelf because what his grandfather was talking about was too bright.

 A human figure appeared in front of Victor as he stood near his table. Ordinary people can't see its face; all they see is a shining light. Victor, on the other hand, can see its full body, including its face, because he was the guardian of the magical book whose real owner is the one who is presently in front of him. "You have a problem now, Victor, don't you?" the mysterious person said. This is the God of Destiny.

Victor eyes widened. "I'm sorry; I'm sure you already know what's going on right now." 

 "Do you know that there are people whose destiny will be delayed again as a result of this incident?" the God of Destiny said.

 "I know, but I'm already thinking of a plan to find the book!"

 As the God of Destiny turned his back, he look around and his eyes scanned the entire bookshelf. "But, I think it will take you some time to find it because the person who found it has already used the magical book."

 Victor was even more worried. Nobody else had the right to write in the book except him, because everything in the book happened in real life."Then I need to find the book as soon as possible, but if you know where it is, could you please let me know?"

 Slowly, the God of Destiny shook his head. "It can't be because that person already started writing a story; if you take it, you'll ruin the fate of the people she made the protagonists of her creation; you'll put the people in danger in her story."

 "But, how come the people I'm writing about in the book are the ones who are destined to meet each other?"

 He turned his gaze back to Victor, this time looking into his eyes. "The people who should have met each other will be messed up because of the missing book, and the person who found it is already making other people destined, but this is not the right time; so, as quickly as possible before that person finishes her writing, find her and tell her how important that book is; if it doesn't become a problem for us, maybe her character in the book will face a problem together and have a problem with their true destiny; and also become a problem for the people you started writing their story."

 Victor sighed in frustration because he had no idea where to start. "Even if I don't know where to start, I'll do everything just to find the book."

The God of Destiny left a warning for Victor. "I'm sure you won't like what I'm about to say. You started writing in the magical book but didn't finish it; the other word may have happened because you didn't complete the words and the book could misread it." He paused. "The woman in your book will be doomed as a result of your irresponsibility, and her destiny will be the cause."

 Victor quickly turned his gaze to the God of Destiny a glimmer of fear in his eyes as he heard what it said. "So, if you don't want their story and the person she included in the book to be bad as a result, you need to find the magical book as soon as possible," he said last before disappearing.

 Victor was still stunned and seemed to be thinking about the last thing God of Destiny told him that he was the only could see. He folded his arms and walked back and forth. He feel like he is going to faint because of thinking about what he would do next.