Love, fate, magic, change - true belief in them were always up for debate. What was the point of it all? They were motifs, morals of the story, but in real life? They didn't want to believe they existed even when it was staring them in the face. How could someone love him when all he had even known were cold, dark hallways and a family that could hardly bear to look at him? How could he trust in a fateful meeting when all he had ever gotten before were scoffs and insults? How could she give into the impossibility of magic when she's spent her entire life trying to rationalize the reality she knew? How could a boy she's hated for years suddenly change into a man she couldn't help but love? But there was one thing they all could agree on: the tragedy of war. Though it effects them all differently, they can all feel the magnetic ebb and flow of this treacherous fight, how it gently brings them together, only to violently pull them apart.