Chapter one: Fate
Fate, it does many strange things. It can have you live a happy life, or snatch away your soul and leave you an empty corpse. This time, fate chose a strange path, a path of mourning and grieving, separation and isolation. But then, with a sudden twist, it turned, the sun started to shine again, what was lost, has been found. Those involved, went from mourning, to bliss. They learned that miracles happened, and dreams came true. Those separated, reunite. Those lost, have been found. Hope and faith awakened once again in their hearts. For though what goes up, must go down, they learned that whatever fate may throw, if they stay together, they can catch it. All this sounds like a happy ending.
But what of the story? The people involved? What was this miracle? Well, what do you think I am going to tell you?
Fate left Sandy as a duchess, all alone. Her Uncle dead, her foster brother Briar dead. Her parents dead. Lark, her teacher, dead. Her two foster sisters, Daja and Tris, gone. Her student Pasco, a famous magician and dancer, gone. But fate can change paths, like a thread being sewn.
Fate left Daja as a famous blacksmith, for all her past held. But fate has secrets, fame is not the same as joy. Though famous, she is still the mourning Trader girl she was after Briars death. She too, was alone, metals and a vague picture of her "family" all that kept her appearing strong. So why did she leave what remained of her "family"? Fate is unpredictable, like a raging forest fire.
Fate left Tris as a traveling mage. Known in many lands, for her talents as a weather mage and seer. Though she still enjoyed the feel of lightning at her fingertips, and dancing in a storm, flying with the wind, losing herself in a book. But would you believe me if I told you that if ones power is strong enough, the weather reflects on their mood? And that sometimes Tris locked herself in a room and the whole day it pours rain? Not a thunder storm, and not a shower. Just harsh rain, not thunder, or lightning, not a breath of wind. Almost like the sky was crying. She did not really spend much time in one place, she always had the need to go wherever the wind took her. Fate cannot be stopped, like lightning in a roaring storm.
Fate. Such a short word, but with so many levels noone could ever understand it completely. You think you know it, then in a blink of and eye it surprises you with something new. A flower in the winter.
A/N: Wow, that was strange. Just sort of a chapter telling what happened. Personally I think that this chapter alone is better than most of my other stories combined... but that is not saying much because some of my stories suck really badly. Anyway, in case you forgot, the next thing that you will do is press the little periwinkle button on the tab that says review, you will type your thoughts about my story, and then check the box by the part that says add this story to my favorites. Clear enough??? I hope so!!!
obsessed