Author's Note – Welcome to the first chapter. Before the story begins, allow me to thank you for reading this work and leaving reviews, it is appreciated.

The most asked questions, that I felt needed to be answered for you all, were the following:

1. "Why is this story in P&P", "What does this have to do with P&P?" and some sentences, such as "I am a bit confused as to how this is related to P&P..." are all about a single thing, I believe, which can be easily replied to by today's post. Enjoy!

2. An unspoken question raised by several of you regarded my capitalization. It was mostly an experiment of mine, I tried to add an ancient effect to the text, it is exclusive for the Prologue (at least for now), but feel free to tell me more about any anomalies that catch your attention as "not supposed to be there". Please.

Thank You again,

-Ally

Chapter 1

Elizabeth's eyes slowly left the old book. The myths of the world had always attracted her. The language, the stories, the mysteries and this magic – Love, it all held her fascination. And the Ancient type of spells – Love – what was that anyway? Was it more powerful than her magic? She looked at her open palm and willed her fingers to light up with fire. Being close to fragile paper, she let the flames burn only for several seconds before closing her fist with a small cloud of sparks and returning her gaze to the pages. Was it more powerful than the Elder's magic?

She closed the tome in one swift motion, fast enough for some dust to rise, and stood up. What was she thinking? This Love did not exist anymore, and it might not have ever existed in the first place. Stories must be proven before they are believed, her father told her, and she took great care to hold back her fiery temper in order to follow the wise advice.

Looking around, Elizabeth realised she had spent her free time reading myths again and needed to return home quickly. The was an assembly in Meryton tonight and although since she was thirteen she was protected by an agreement from having to find a husband until she reached her majority, she was not safe from attending assemblies and being showed around by her Mamma.

She sighed and smiled. Elizabeth liked spending time in nature, but for all her energy she did not always like to spend time dancing or discussing the weather, travelling and landscapes, despite the activities' connection to the outside.

Thinking about it, she was not made for sadness. Lizzy knew she was of a very happy and positive origin, but there was this stabbing pain in her chest, that stopped her from being any happier right when she felt she could. It felt a little like guilt for being so very happy while others weren't, but it was not quite the same feeling. It ached. It was like a lock that kept her from bursting open with positivity and rather pushed her towards despair, clinging to her and dragging her downwards, drowning her, until it was nearly impossible for her to swim back up and breathe normally again.

"You cannot catch me!" came a cry from somewhere.

"Give me my bonnet back, Kitty!" was the reply followed by laughter.

Elizabeth smiled hearing her sisters. Preparations for the local assembly meant they were chasing each other for fun and atop that to vex their mother, who tried to make them sit still and get ready. She was very fond of her younger sisters and they were fond of her as well.

The Bennet girls always were very energetic and lively. However, they were not impolite or stupid, they all enjoyed company and discussions, long walks, and were all well-read. All of them could sing and play the piano, they were the so-called "accomplished" girls society wanted them to be. But unlike the others, they were genuinely interested in these activities. Their performances together were always a highlight at any gathering. Kitty drew, Mary also played the harp, Jane could embroider very well, and Elizabeth and Lydia wrote musical pieces, some of which the sisters performed together.

The sisters were by no means angels, they were known to play with the smaller children of Longbourn's tenants and that often resulted in some sort of mischief, especially with "Lizzy and Lyddie". Every house in the estate, even the manor house, was at least once in the year visited by an outside animal; a frog or a snake. Sometimes the young women could be seen with their petticoats drenched in mud, their faces dirty and shining bright red from laughing and exercising.

Mr. Bennet, their father, was a kind and well-read gentleman with a sharp with and sense of humour, which he tried to pass to his daughters. He made sure that they received a good education. Since there was an entail on the estate, he made certain that his girls had dowries and worked hard to ensure it. Longbourn was an estate that yielded £5,000 per year. Each of the girls had a dowry of £7,500. But it was not so when he inherited the estate. It only yielded £2,000 a year. He had worked hard to get it to what it was now and still tried to improve. His daughters were educated in estate matters as well; the Master of Longbourn wouldn't have it any other way.

The five Bennet girls- Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine and Lydia- were also trained in the magical arts, and each had a different power. This was by no means used only for help and all the girls had been at least once scolded for a particularly "funny" trick.

Mrs. Bennet, their mother, was an outgoing, sensible and educated woman, though she would occasionally get in a tizzy at the thought of the entail. She wanted to see her daughters settled safely and comfortably, and would try to match-make, though she would never push her daughters into a marriage in which they were not happy.

There was an unofficial agreement in the household, that the Misses Bennet were free to choose their husband, but needed Papa's consent until their reaching majority, but if they weren't married and their parents could not provide for them anymore, they would voluntarily go and find place as governesses or teachers.

Mr. Bennet sat with his daughters every day to have discussions on different subjects, and often his wife would join them. They all learned other languages together, and were fluent in French, Greek, Latin and Italian. Usually these debates would end in Elizabeth and her father enjoying a heated discussion while the others watched with smiles on their faces or got distracted and played some other game.

Greetings, children of Earth. I hope you have been paying attention. I decided to write this for a reason, you see? The Bennets are a nice family, are they not, and I wanted them to be seen as the lovi-, no, no, no, I wanted them to be seen as the affectionate and close-knit family they were. Why did I stop myself in between? Because That Word is Forbidden. We do not say it. And neither should you.

And who am I to decide this? Who am I, narrating this story? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fate.

You might have heard of me and no, I do not make people do things and miracles and catastrophes happen. I am not one to tell others what to do. I narrate their stories, I watch their choices and sometimes I add more. Choosing what path to follow is not my job, it's Everyone's own.