A spoken command, threaded with gold, and their souls are his to control. Commanding where the die will roll and where the fates will twist. He is an Adler and an Adler allows no place for chance. A flare of his veils, layered with mist and a bite of frost, and any opposing power is absorbed and dissolved. Rendering the powerful powerless. He is an Eisenhart, bending but never breaking. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles Adler and William Eisenhart are forced to meet one another on equal ground, their opposing gifts rendered nullified. Cast into one another's orbit by simple chance and a shared friend, Charles and William waver between acknowledging the dangerous charge between them and forging their set path in the world. Charles stands as a testament to the Adler name and its achievements yet also longs carve a destiny with his own two hands. William flutters, unsure and afraid, wishing to remain in the small instant he and Charles share together and yet aching to flee. Their gifts are nullified but can their hearts and conflicting desires ever be?