Every story has two forces: good and evil.

But not this one.

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"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

The Queen looked up, her hair flowing around her and dancing towards the sky, like a living flame. Her eyes danced with fear, their glow growing, shrinking and flickering. Her dress flowed and moved around her in elegance, like water.

"I see what can only bring about death and destruction if handled incorrectly," She answered, glancing down at the table, worry lines etched into her face.

"Then how should we go about handling this, Sister?" The King wrapped in darkness questioned, the shadows littered on the ground leaping and dancing towards him. He slid his arm around the young queen at his side, pulling her close.

His sister glanced to the two and smiled, before turning her attention to the images on the table.

"We must be patient, wait until her arrival before we go about making promises," The Queen answered, glancing at one lord in particular.

Her two brothers nodded.

"But it is written in the stars that she should not wake after the Battle!" Shrieked one of the lords.

"Stars can burn and die out!" Snapped the Queen. "Nothing is forever guaranteed, everything can be altered and changed, no one has absolutely no choice. Everyone has options and opportunities. Fate can change as easily as the ending in every story. Every soul has a knife and a needle, and Fate and Destiny are pieces of fabric. Every soul can cut and every soul can sew. Some have stronger needles than knives, some vice versa."

The Queen glanced at the table, tears slipping from her eyes, and whispered, "Nothing is impossible to alter."

"I hope."