Bastion Fanfarinet's diary

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Although not entirely neccessary, it is advised to read the Manhunt for context.

Introduction
Born to die.

I used to one of those. The Storybook had told me that I were to perish, quite pathetically, drowning in the waves off an island cliff. Idyllic. Picturesque. Romantic.

Pathetic.

You know, I intensely dislike that phrase. “Born to die”. It’s far too poetic, like those among us are some inevitable tragedy, people too pure for the world, gone before their time. I especially hated it being applied to what once had been my destiny.

Listen, Ambassador Fanfarinet is not some tragic hero, destroyed by hubris, the very trait that made him great. His death was not for drama, or as a pathetic representation of humanity. He died because he was a  dick .

Once upon a time, I looked at destined death in the eye and accepted it. I had looked at the rest of my destiny, and subsequently decided that I wanted to get to the dying part sooner.

Now, everything has changed. Being the Ambassador is not my destiny. It is not my life. It is, in fact, the antithesis of who I am.

To abandon a destiny that told me I was only worthy of death clearly meant one thing.

I was meant to survive.

Chapter 1
Straight A* student, outstanding citizen Bastion Fanfarinet is going to be a highschool dropout.

Unbelievable.

Let me hexplain. Through a curious series of incidents, I discovered that my uncle, whose destiny I once had, fathered several illegitimate children. After a friendship building roadtrip with a dear physician friend of mine, I encountered these children, and one of them – Gabriel Benoît – was more than willing to take over the role as the next Ambassador Fanfarinet.

Now, I have no early death in store. I have a future.

You see, before this destiny change, I mapped out the rest of my life perfectly – my “five year plan”. Every detail in that plan was failproof, and the best part was that it didn’t even require five years.

However, since then, I have thrown away that five year plan. Now that people no longer tell me what to do, it became irrelevant.

I was free from the shackles of destiny and hexpectations.

… and I was hopelessly, hopelessly lost.

(Dear Author, I have no clue what to do with my life.)

There is no place for me in Ever After High. That is certain. I cannot face my peers, I cannot face my teachers. I have abandoned everything I studied for, and I would not rather waste any resources that could be spent on any students more deserving than I.

Out there, is the real world. No, I don’t mean some metaphysical cave exterior as the philosophers like to believe. No, I intend to say that there’s something beyond highschool and study. There are kingdoms, there are parliaments. There are people going about their day to day lives. These are the ones who are the foundation! Not the legacies, as most of us are inclined to believe. There is something noble about serving in the background.

Now that I have a future, I need to find my place in it.

Ever After High is the past.

I bid you goodbye. D’Aulnoy bless.

Chapter 2
(coming soon)

(like really soon.)

(maybe tomorrow if i can edit fast enough.)