The Emperor Chases His Wife

Prologue

Fate.

The predetermined development of an event beyond a person's control.

In life there are things which happen and a person has no control over it. Good luck, bad luck, all the fortunes and misfortunes in between. We don't usually have control over it and most often we curse at the invisible force we believe is responsible for all our bad luck.

But what if that invisible force was actually a person...

Fate.

A mysterious being sheltered by the shadows of a cloak and hood whose face no one has ever seen. You couldn't tell if it was male or a female and the only thing you saw was a dark green cloak floating around a body. This person has lived through the countless flickering of time, twisting the plot of life to create misfortune for amusement and correcting the misfortune for lessons and values to be learned and developed.

Currently, Fate was sitting at the head of the table where a large tapestry was spread out. Countless colored threads were woven together endlessly, converging and separating at different points. Some threads were tied into a knot before others while some ran along a great deal of the tapestry before being tied off. The delicate strands of thread would weave themselves into a pattern on their own, floating and intertwining together, but every once in a while Fate would intervene and direct a few of the strands in one direction or the other, changing the threads course and adding more details to the tapestry.

This tapestry was the grand tapestry of life.

For every person born, a new colored thread would appear and for every person who died, their thread would be cut and a knot would be formed it. No two persons possessed the same color thread so the tapestry was a sight to behold. All these magnificent colors coming to play through the endless fluctuations of time.

Above Fate's head was another tapestry which was different from the one on the table. While the colors on the table were magnificent and brilliant in their color, it was dull compared to the one floating above. Although containing few threads, the floating tapestry held utmost importance, even Fate was cautious when meddling with the strands.

This was the tapestry of immortals.

In a world ruled by the laws of nature, there was one law which was like words written on a stone tablet. Unchangeable. The strong would live and the weak would die. In the era of martial arts, only the best of the best, those who suffered the trials and tribulations of the endless cycle of time and achieved the highest level among mortals, immortality, were counted among the strands of thread in the luminous floating tapestry. Some would die just before their threads lifted from the mortal tapestry to join the immortal one and other threads barely attached to the immortal tapestry before Fate intervened and deemed them unworthy of joining the magnificent pattern. 

The threads may be few but the power these immortals wielded were legendary. Hence, Fate made them the rulers over the mortals. Although they didn't have enough power as Fate to control a person's destiny, they still played their part in guiding mortals to achieve the same level as themselves.

Now Fate had been staring at the tapestry on the table for quite a while with a deep frown. The strands which hadn't been tied off were constantly moving, a few of them freezing before being automatically cut and tied off. To Fate, the tapestry seemed to be a bit boring lately.

Even the immortals hadn't stirred up any entertainment in the mortal world!

Something needed to be done.

A new pattern needed to be woven.

"Hmm...what should I do?" Fate mused over this and tapped a finger on the table.