57 Take Fate by the Throa (2/2)

“It’s too late. Mr. Othello must be in Ratacia Palace now.”

“Even if he’s not there yet, it is too late to write a new piece of symphony. We’d better just practice what we have now… it can still be a success.”

“……” Lucien took a few steps back, feeling rather tired. Maybe it was the arrangement of God. Maybe it was God who prevented him from going to work in the association today.

“Anyway, it’s not my concert, not my business.” Lucien thought to himself, and became gloomy as well, like the rest of the people in the office.

However, when Lucien was sitting in the couch, images of Mr. Victor teaching him, taking care of him, and encouraging him for the past several months suddenly hit Lucien’s mind. He was reminded of the hard work Mr. Victor, the other students and he had to practice for the concert, and of his effortful running in the pouring rain.

However, looking at these people in the room now, why their efforts couldn’t bear fruits?

Lucien did not want to end up like this.

As long as there was still a slight of chance, he couldn’t just give up like this and accept the result. As long as they were still there, there had to be something else they could do instead of just complaining. As long as he still had hope and faith, he should keep fighting until the last second.

And this was not the last second yet.

Taking a deep breath, Lucien looked around the office and walked to the piano.

“What are you doing, Lucien?” Lott yelled at him.

Lucien did not answer him. Sitting in front of the piano, Lucien laid both of his hands on the keyboard.

Even Rhine was very surprised. He had no idea what kind of music Lucien, as a new music learner, would present.

However, the first several notes shocked all the people in the office.

The notes were more powerful than ever. Victor raised his head up and turned to look at the piano, looking confused.

The following several bars of the symphony came like an overwhelming storm, fast, intense and fierce. They were like the misfortunes in life, one after another, like huge raging waves in the ocean, like the continuous call to the battlefield, and like countless enemies coming for you.

There were some bars of relief, but they were followed by even more intense and desperate struggles.

However, the fight of the warriors never stopped. No one ever gave up. They kept fighting: Sailors were fighting against the monster-like waves on top of their ships; Soldiers were fighting against their enemies in the battlefield. People died in waves and arrows, in tears and blood, but there were more newcomers following.

The students were shocked. Rhine stood up from the couch.

Lucien kept playing with all his effort.

Why give up? Why?

They still had time. They could catch up with Baron Othello. If it failed, they could still persuade Princess Natasha with the charm of the symphony.

Why give up?

There was still a glimmer of hope. They couldn’t just give up!

The first chapter of the symphony grew more and more vehement. Lott and Felicia were shaking with both fear and excitement.

Was it fate that made you give up, or was it yourself?

Was it fate that beat you, or was it the difficulties and obstacles?

The music was asking. The player was asking.

Victor stood up straight. He felt the questioning. The question was addressed to him as well.

Lucien’s soul had just been entirely devoted to the music. More thoughts rose in everyone’s mind:

“I want to have a peaceful life. I miss my family. But I somehow came to this world and lost everything.

“I saw people here burning a woman to death.

“I went through the sewers.

“I wanted to learn how to read and wanted a better life, but I was beaten by gangsters.

“I wanted to learn magic to protect myself, but being a sorcerer here in Aalto meant I had to risk my life everyday, wandering between light and darkness.

“Did I give up? Do I want to give up?

“No!

“I’ll keep fighting against the so-called fate until the last second of my life!

“I can change the fate. I can change my life!”

Lucien almost had a heart attack. He just let all his emotion out. He wanted to speak out loud:

“Was it fate that made you lose hope, or was it yourself?

“Was it fate that made you lower your head, or was it yourself?

“Is it fate that decides your life, or do you choose your own destiny?

“Me, Lucien, Xiafeng, will never give in to fate.

“I’ll take fate by the throat and beat all the difficulties. I’ll never stop moving forward!”

Victor stood up from his chair, both of his fists clenching tightly.

P.S.

The author: Thank you to my friend, Cheese Cat. It was he who wrote the many questions towards fate in this chapter. He did a better work than I did. Many thanks.