"Dear future me (if I've survived this long),
Apparently Shea and I are the key to stoping the war, there is this prophecy, and I guess I can control an element now. I'm kinda scared. Actually no, I'm really scared. I think I'm gonna die. I can't handle this much pressure. How are Shea and I gonna end this "Great Divide"? We both just got out of college, and I'm pretty sure that my masters degree in engineering won't help me at all. I really think that I'm gonna die... wait hold on. What about Shea? What if she dies? Oh God... oh God... oh God... I can't handle this. I think I'm gonna have a panic attack... also, I think I'm pansexual...
From, Quinn"