The Threads of Destiny

The Threads of Destiny

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Tarilae always knew she was different. In her small coastal village, whispers followed her like the ocean breeze. The villagers spoke of her shimmering silver hair and eyes that mirrored the night sky-a mark of the ancient Seers, beings thought to have vanished centuries ago. Tarilae, however, cared little for old tales. She preferred the company of her father's fishing nets and the salty air of the open sea. But destiny had other plans. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, the stars aligned in a way they hadn't for a thousand years. A mysterious storm engulfed the village, leaving only Tarilae untouched. When she awoke, a glowing symbol pulsed on her wrist: a crescent moon entwined with intricate threads. It was a mark of the Loomkeepers-guardians of the Threads of Destiny.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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