Servants of the Fates

Prelude

Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing. There are those who seek to observe it, and those who seek to control it. No one can control the future. No one can control fate. Well not "no one" really, in the eyes of some HE was a nobody. In the eyes of onlookers and those who passed by he was an insignificant piece of the puzzle. But in the judgment and eyes of the fates, Rowan Attiticus Graham was no insignificant soul. From when he was a baby, he knew that things happened for a reason. That some things were just set in stone, things like his parents' deaths, him 'knowing' things. Having this feeling, this anticipation. Meeting his best friend turned brother in all but blood, his family, Sebastian Micah Maddox. Just to name a few of the things that were set in stone. But Rowan, like any other human, wished for things, events, to not happen the way they did. He wished he could change what was destined for him, what had been written in the stars. He knew he couldn't do that. His mother once said, "Do not be afraid of our fate. It cannot be taken from us; it is a gift."

He wanted to laugh in the faces of the fates, scream in frustration, yell in pain. But he knew his attempts at such things would be futile. Pointless. Childish. Feeling like a slave to the system. Like life was making him the butt end of the joke. He learned to be quiet, silent, and reserved. Letting life go through its course and in due time reveal its motives. It was his silence that brought him the obnoxiously loud and bubbly Sebastian, despite the bubbly boy's attitude and demeanour. He too was tested by the fates, losing his family, his home. 

Sebastian was uprooted and put into an unfamiliar environment, did he let this change his attitude? No. In fact, he put on a smile and stayed strong. For his parents, for him, and now for Rowan. "Hi! I'm Sebastian, but you can call me Bas, Seb, or Bastian, honestly anything you want. Do you have any nicknames?" Rowan looked on in silence and wariness of how such a small boy could have that much energy. "He could probably power a nuclear power plant with that energy..." Rowan thought to himself, unsure of where to butt in as the boy was still going on about climbing trees, and his favourite colour. His voice failing him the first time after lack of use, clearing his throat he tries again. "Rowan. And no, I don't have any nicknames." Halting in his long, very long rant, Sebastian whipped his head round in shock, most likely getting whiplash too, beaming in happiness at getting the quiet boy to talk. Seb basically vibrated out of his body, lunged at Rowan hugging him, definitely breaking a rib or two. Bas was so happy someone was finally talking to him as a person not as a petulant child with too much energy. Bas let go and held out his hand. "Friends?" Rowan stared before cracking a small smile, "Sure, I could use some more of those." Sebastian beamed and the rest was up to The Fates.