1 Prologue

There were Four Chances. Four unique Writers. Four Sisters. Moira, the oldest and the most mellow of the Four, wrote of  lands that was science-centric. Logic and humans with no magic still flew, still controlled as if they did have magic; there were however, deeper layers within her story that led to the truth being that magic in fact did exist in her story. Fortune, the second oldest, was of a more child-like Chance, excited about most anything and wrote a story of ghosts that plagued human lands with spirits that befriended humans to fight them off. The second youngest was Fate. She was of an intellectual and sly demeanor, with new ideas that other Chances have yet to rival. She wrote not only one but two stories, both interconnected. 

Fate was the most famous, the one that all flocked to for an autograph. She was noteworthy.

The youngest Chance was the oddest Chance. She was called Destiny. Her eyes lacked pupils and she had the most magical power among all her siblings. Her story was full of magic and colors and crystals. The most simplistic and beautiful of stories.

However she was also the most jealous. Fate always outdid the younger sister and Destiny strived to do the best of the Chances.

Then one day she came up with an idea. It was an idea so risky, so dangerous, and yet absolutely genius.

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Fate walked into the room of her youngest sister. She watched warily at the book that hovered open above the center of the room with a feathered pen that glowed with Destiny's magic. She dare not touch it. There was absolutely no trace of Destiny.

The Beast of Light had taken her.