Some say that every choice a person makes matters, even the smallest, most insignificant seeming detail. They say that choices make the world, what it is going to be and what it could have been. They say many things of this nature, but none could be proven; none was such a perfect example until Elizabeth Williams made one small, seemingly insignificant decision.
She chose to go into town with her mother June 20, 1806.
She then made the small, careless decision to walk into a cobbler's shop, which at that moment held a Mr. Thomas Jones, a traveling business man with an eye for well-made… everything. And Elizabeth was incredibly well made.
Elizabeth was engaged to be married not a week later, but the look in the eyes of Mr. Jones when his blue orbs met her green made it obvious the wedding would never come to fruit. They would never be married, she and her forgotten fiancé, and instead, Miss Smith, soon to be Mrs. Jones, eloped with her week old lover. Not nine months after their elopement was a baby boy born, and through him something was made.
A new blood line was created.
A bloodline that would eventually produce a woman in the 1940s, a seemingly perfectly normal baby girl with average brown hair and average brown eyes, that meant nothing to anyone except her parents. She would be nearly fifteen before she became far from average. When she would realize she was indeed rather different from her class mates.
The decision to go into town the bright England day would drastically change the mutant war, and ultimately, the world.