Mist & Stone
By SMYGO4EVA
A wizard and a witch by the names of Clow Reed and Yūko Ichihara were ever aware of the concept of hitsuzen, what were inevitability, fate, and destiny being all the same and are the driving force behind the events in the forsaken world they have lived in for so long. There was no such thing as coincidence as fate plays a role in every action and decision and without fate, other events in the future couldn't possibly happen. That was they always believed in as fate would soon learn to forsake them in the end, leaving them in a standstill and all for one moment which made them responsible what was to come.
Clow Reed and his legacy were shrouded in an elusive mystery, his name always invoking homage, hatred and adoration all in one utterance upon many tongues. As the world's "greatest magician", he was thought to bring about magnificent illusions and cast spells of a grand design that would be told about and taught to wishful magicians for years to come, even in the name of wickedness and admiration combined. He had a lot to do with many other people – yes, he was aware of what his magic could do in its wake. Whether it was destruction or salvation though, that he was not sure of. The magic was stone-like; it was there, firm and unyielding, yet riding in the currents of the rivers it was thrown to.
Yūko Ichihara and her legacy were encased in a waking dream. She was literally one of the waking dead; she had been wished to be brought back to life. But, like the prices the customers in her shop had to pay for their wishes to be granted, so did that particular wish. The price was massive in its debt, with many lives being torn to shreds, unable to be repaired, but, nonetheless, it was a price after all. It was no more or no less than the customer demanded. She was not one to judge or try to deflect fate from its natural flow – oftentimes that same fate would end in the sky, flitting towards destiny like mist to the atmosphere above it.
For all that has happened, for all that the many people in the saga had been through, it was still clear that everything was up to fate, but what happened in between was up the people themselves. From the depth of such a hellish abyss, fate was left rooted in Clow Reed and Yūko's timelines, one ever flowing as mist and another cold as stone.