Fate and Destiny (The Fated Series, #2)

Prologue - The Birth of the First Unpredictability

There are many things in the universe that none can predict, explain, or control. Some think that the creators of their world are responsible for every piece of life or the choices such life makes and the things their creations do. In truth, what created them was simply Existence and Possibility. Where Gods and Deities stand are nothing more than hosts, placeholders used to be easy and comprehensible for the minds of those who cannot fathom what truly lets them pick between one's heart and their mind.

Themselves.

A world is nothing more than a possibility in an infinity of millions more, but one thing runs in common between them all. There are some forces in Existence that cannot be predicted or explained or controlled and are often viewed as something else entirely.

Stories upon stories have been told about the world named Ker's creation. It is said that a force given no name nor body nor soul brought it into existence, along with Gods to rule it to decide what it becomes. Over time those stories have been changed and altered and have become entirely different with each generation that passes. One thing became another, and those became forces people named things like Destiny, predicted by prophecies that could tell you of the future that would come, but those stories are wrong.

Destiny suddenly became the explanation for a feeling so pure and so strong that people began to give it a different name. Fate. From there, the belief of a Fating Bond spread throughout the continents, going from ear to ear, land to land. What was once nothing more than a word given to something unexplainably powerful, now became a worldwide entity that was given life by nothing more than the power of Possibility and Existence. The potentiality that everyone could find something just as powerful as that.

Nothing rules over Ker, and nothing decides what it becomes but those who live within it. Gods don't exist. There is no one ruler over them all, but there is Love. It's one of the forces in the universe that none can predict, explain, or control. Forces like these are known as Untouchables. Things that those who would go against them or wish to erase them from existence can never touch. Forces that are so strong and so powerful that they have no one form or one purpose. They simply are. Love lives where it's found and it's only as strong as it is held. It can destroy just as much as it can create, it simply depends on what its bearer chooses to use it for.

For millennia across stars and galaxies and every possibility ever created, forces like Love exist everywhere, and they have never been deterred, nor have any been created since.

Billions of years after Ker's beginning, after its possibility of existence was thought of, in what the creations of the world call the middle kingdom of the central continent, Vandaria, and hidden within what is named the Dearg Forest, from possibility and belief, a force derived from Love that no one can predict or explain or control, is born. Within the small cabin bearing babes and children and the survivors of another Untouchable they've named Death, the new possibility lies waiting within its host - nothing more than the smallest of stars in the sky.

Across the universe, Existence and Possibility turn toward the new faint glow birthed from one of their first children. They travel to where their first breath exhales in a small living room beside a hearth, sleeping on a couch and waking. Eons of never once seeing something so peculiar and unknown, Existence and Possibility lean over the young man with dark hair and green eyes. They peer within him in search of what it is he carries, and call upon their child, Love, to explain what it is they've allowed themselves to be used for. They fear what grows within the young Prince because it is unknown to them. Because it is the first of its kind to be born.

Hearing a call, Existence and Possibility go south, traveling not too far to where a twin light shines within another. Just as bright and just as new, their fear grows. What has been created is neither Existence nor Possibility, nor is it an Untouchable. What has been born is something unpredictable, unexplainable, and uncontrollable, and where one half of it wakes back in the dark casted forest, the other has already been awoken, and it is untouchable to even them.