Prologue: The Screams of Revolution

Authors Note: An idea that popped in my head as I laid in bed. The thing that I never understood in Magi. Fate? Destiny? I don't think so! An SYOC in the making this is the tale of an insignificant girl changing the universe as we know it. R&R your honest criticisms and opinions.

"I never said I expected an easy life, or that I wanted everything given to me on a silver platter"…

"But, no matter what I can't accept this fate. To happily go about this life saying it was destiny and not having a chance to do anything about it. That's not an existence worth living"…

"So I'll be depraved. Here today I challenge everything that I've been told".

A new kind of rukh was created in those indignant screams. To the young magi who mindlessly droned about fate. I spite you. He could feel an unsettling aura come from her, a hazy grayish light surrounded her and emphasized her being. It was black because it wanted to rip everything apart, but white because it truly wanted the ending of all suffering and to hurry in a new age.

Always teetering on the edge of madness and questioning the truth that was forced-feed down our throats. I desire a new age and for the injustices and slaves of fate. With the power of destruction of creation will I drown in my own self-importance or rebuild the world anew?

Her rukh did not join with the pure white, nor with the tainted black it instead took both and became one. It shouldn't have existed… It should've been impossible. The little slave girl made it into reality…