An excerpt from The Journal of Kriggàlzahcmada; Chapter: Fate

Year 414 month 6 day 3 after starting the search for Fate

After 414 years of searching, I finally found someone that could tell me about Fate. Finally another one of my missions is a success, but let's stay on track.

Everyone knows, or at least talks like they know Fate, but do they really, I always wondered what it was, if it even was a thing at all. It is after all one of the reasons I started my journey.

After lots of searching, through multiple Universes, I found someone to tell me about it, they go by **¤%=))@!½§?&(^->.%** or at least that's what happens when I try to write it down. Their name is more of a concept really, well their entire being seems to be a concept taken form but I digress. They helped me, not by telling, but by showing, and that experience I can only try to put into words.

After telling them about my reasons for being there, for looking for one such as themselves, they laughed. I got a bit mad at the time, but at the very least they said they would help, and help they did. I was taken to a place that seemed to have no limit, yet it all focused on one painting, at the time I was confused but after I took a closer look I got a vision.

It was a small dry wasteland, not more than 10 meters in diameter, with nothing alive in it, and it stayed this way for a long time, I couldn't say HOW long, but much longer than my simple journey at least. A cloud had started to form, slowly over this time, it was a small cloud, couldn't really be called a cloud more than a few drops of water vapour. But at some point, it fell, it became a drop of water that landed on this dry and barren wasteland, it seemed to kick-start it all.

Soon the area had expanded and life was upon the entire wasteland, mountains, trees, grass, flowers, everything really. But no water for the longest time, then once more, change happened, and clouds started forming, this time, bigger than the first, real clouds.

These clouds formed and gathered until finally, it started raining, and it rained, and rained, a river had started to form and it still rained, it never did stop raining. The river slowly but surely took form and dug its way through the earth, moving towards a location unknown, but my vision followed the river as it went forward. I gathered that if my vision followed the stream then this must have something to do with Fate.

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As the river continued it came upon more of the wasteland that I hadn't seen in what felt like eons at the time(it probably had been that long in the vision), but as it closed in on the wasteland, life sprouted up again, this time fuelled by a river of water and not just a single drop. I looked behind me, and I could barely see the mountain the river started from, but I could still see the cloud so it must also be continuously expanding with the river.

I watched the river for a long time, wondering what this had to do with Fate, perhaps it had something to do with the water, so I took a closer look and finally I saw something. Every single drop of water had a face in it, a life in it. This was not water, but souls, or maybe, Fates.

With that realization, things changed, suddenly I could see some of these drops of water going against the stream, going backwards or to the sides, and slowly but surely, these singular drops of water expanded to become people. There were many races that I saw at the time, some I knew, but many I'd never even heard of. They climbed out of the river and started forging their own path throughout the world, and that's when it clicked, that's when I woke up from the vision.

I was no longer in that room with the painting, and the place where I had found the mysterious being seemed gone. But when I looked around, the place I found myself in was peculiar, it was a 10 meter in diameter circle that looked identical to the place I first saw in the vision.

That wasn't weird, the old thing must've seen the place themselves before showing me, so they could've replicated it. But something about that thought felt wrong, this place seemed old in a way that could be felt.

But I had gotten what I came for, so I decided to keep on my journey. After walking out of that space I came upon the endless plains, that's what it was called by the locals at least. Turning around to take one last look at the place where I had gotten my help and it was gone, there was only the plains around me now. Well, old beings like that one tend to have many capabilities, I have seen teleporting countries which is nothing compared to the capabilities of some of the older beings in the Cosmos.

My conclusion on the whole deal: Fate is something that helps us along the way, but it only affects those who don't make something of themselves, those who don't make any choices themselves, those who get dragged along by the current so to say. But it's not like it's impossible to define your own fate, in fact, there was at least one third of the water dragging themselves out of the river, some of these water creatures were bigger and some were smaller, but I saw more water people in that vision than I know there are people in the multitude of Universes out there.

Now, it's time for my next journey. This quest on my journey took 414 years, 6 months and 3 days. I travelled through a total of 42 Universes. This means that my journey has officially been going on for 17388 years and I've travelled through 1764 Universes, and there's still so many questions to be answered!

All of Kriggàlzahcmada's journals were found in front of the biggest institutes of knowledge throughout the most known and populated Universes but also some lesser known ones, it is still unclear how such a thing was accomplished