"The spirits have a quest for you, my daughter..." Anna smiled softly. "A quest that you must come realize." "What type of quest, Grandmother?" Anna shrugged, a mischievous glint that mixed with a proud smile for the young girl gave the almost appearance that she was excited. "That I cannot tell you, my daughter. I see all, but I cannot reveal all. Pray to the Great Creator and always keep an open mind. For with that, you can fail no one."

"There are things that we don't always understand in our mind. Memories that never seem to exist in reality, but seem so real to us that we start to wonder if despite what others tell us if we are really just experiencing a memory of the past that no one else remembers. Even if they were in that memory. After all, no one really remembers every memory as some memories stick in others' minds more than they do in our own." "And along with that, there are things that determine who we are. Who we are really meant to be. Some call it destiny, some fate." "And what would you call it?" "Me? I call it Choice. You use those memories to help you determine who you are going to be, but those memories do not define you with what happened in the past. What happened in the past is meant to teach you, not always to define you."

"Do you like texting more or writing letters?" "Writing letters sounds more romantic." "And that's why we are texting." In which a boy and girl meet because of a stupid school project Credits: Cover: @sunswept

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Natasha rested her head on her paws. This day could have gone better. She could feel the presence of Emrage fading now. The collar had been the primary device used to keep her under his power, specifically the gem in the center of it. She looked up, turning her head back. Clint was asleep now. She could see his form leaning against the wall near the entrance to the cave. Rising to her feet, she padded over to him, sitting down, looking at his weary face, and wondered what had happened to him, while she was captive. They had been through a lot together. Countless adventures, some even more strange after they had joined the Avengers, but nothing like this. They had always been together on missions, to help each other figure out what it all meant. They both had something to offer the world, something more. He had been the one to help her when her life seemed useless, like a puppet, being forced to play her part, and that was all she was ever good for. Clint had his past and she had hers. Neither of them seemed worthy of the roles they played now. Or at least she didn't feel she was worthy. Clint had moved on since the events in New York, and his loss of control. He had grown since then, and managed to keep things together. They were Hero's, for goodness sakes. How had they ever disserved that?