Princess Of Fate

There was no Sun present within the realm of Fate. Only a sea of wan-tailored clouds resided gloomily under the heavens. The sky was a hazy green. The space between land and sky had been intercepted by a legion of verdant hills, full of seas of swaying grass.

The peaking hills all gleamed like emeralds under the weaves of fate.

On the peak of the highest hill, stood a small enclosing torn away from the rest of the realm.

Within it, was an old lady. With greyed and withered hair tied into a bun, her wrinkles were particularly standoffish. She had fissured black eyes and a cracked grin.

Her hands frailly clung to an aged polished stick as she stumbled towards a wooden wheel held up by a pole.

"Fate Weaver."

A charming Asian Man walked up behind her. She acknowledged his presence with a low mutter.

"Hangwei..."

Hangwei, more formerly known as Fire-Dragon was a relative of the Fate weaver. The core reason behind China's recent success in recent decades.

He was the Second Strongest Hero in all of China.

As of now, they were in the Fate Realm, a place similar to the Shadow Realm except only those of the Fate Weaver's Lineage could enter and leave this place freely. Hangwei cleared his throat. He had long luscious black hair and stern bushy eyebrows. His eyes were pesky and cunning. He was wearing fancy and ancient clothes from a time long forgotten.

"The grass is pushing west. Does this mean that there is nothing we can do to halt the deaths to come?"

The Fateweaver smiled weakly.

"We can not change the present. Only the past can do that. Instead, we must change the future through our own means."

All the grass in the Fate Realm had been blowing west for months. A season of death was blooming.

Hangwei kneeled down onto one knee, remembering why he had appeared in the first place.

"Fate Weaver, the officials have asked for information on the next break of fate. I myself will take care of the situation this time."

The Fate-Weaver spun the wooden wheel.

For a moment, the wheel did not budge but then it glowed out a faint golden aura and began steadily turning. It stopped steadily. The wheel was just a blank wooden object but the Fate-Weaver could read it like a book.

"Take more than just yourself. I sense something strange about this situation. It involves an item that is already quite intertwined with the heart of Fate. The Jewel of Sarpolecuez."

Hangwei shut his eyes in obedience.

"What is strange Fate-Weaver?"

The Fate-Weaver shivered. Her eyes almost tearing up.

"I sensed someone with two fates. One will end in London within no more than a few years but the other has no end. None in sight at least. And they will be heading straight your way along with several extremely strong fates."

Hangwei breathed in cautiously.

"How strong?"

The Fate-weaver looked at the surrounding hills of emerald green that surrounded the small enclosing.

"One of them will be the reason the grass pushes west, the fourth cataclysm of this century."

Hangwei nodded. Aware that taking too much from fate could mislead and disrupt its tedious strings.

"Xie-xie." (Thanks.)

"I'll be off now. Sister."

Boom.

Hangwei blasted into the atmosphere with an aura of flames sliding off his body. As his body reached the borders of the fate realm it was absorbed before it popped out on the other side.

The sister of Hangwei, the fate-weaver looked at the place where the Realm had just been disrupted in envy. The wrinkles of her skin smiled at her, the consequences of reading fate were neither pretty nor reversible.

"Oh, how I wish I could leave too... Older Brother."

In the alleys of the USA.

Within the constraints of dull, trashed walls stood a man. 

His eyes were dark and beady. His hair was overgrown, black but with concerning grey tips, he always felt sticky and itchy. His entire body looked like that of a shriveled finger that had been wetted in water. He was not pale but rather had an uncleanable green tinge. He wore baggy black joggers and a loose hoodie. He kept his hood stuffed over his black hair to hide the unnatural marks covering his face, they were viral infections, and he had an abundance of them.

Jonas Julam was nearing 21 yet he looked 40.

He looked at his hands in the poorly lit alleyway.

His mutters were dirty and grotesque, his voice was shewd and light, annoying to the extent even he could understand how unbearable his speech was.

"I should probably cut my nails soon-." As he only just began to monologue he was interrupted by an intruder in the alleyway.

"Put your hands up if you know what's good for you."

Jonas looked to his right calmly. There stood a rushed, red-faced blonde American attempting to rob him.

He was probably in his 30s and Jonas could tell from a glance that life hadn't been too kind on the man. He had ripped clothes and a badly treated ginger beard. His posture was awful and the gun he carried looked like it had been given in a charity sale, it was laughably small and musty.

Jonas raised his hands slowly and tediously. "Don't shoot me. Just take the money."

"Shut... your... mouth. You better not hide a thing or I'll kill you."

The blonde American rubbed down Jonas all over but could not find anything over than a dollar bill.

"There's no way this is all you have, are you hiding anything? Do you keep it all on a card?"

Jonas shrugged.

"You can search again if you want."

The robber thought of doing such a thing but then heard some rowdy outbreak from the street next to the alley.

He tugged at his poor ginger beard before running off in a tantrum. He left some kind words for his victim as he left. "Man. You look like shit." 

And as he kept on running, his legs failed on him. He continuously gagged; air stuck in his throat like swallowed gum. He looked down, the skin on his legs had adopted a concerning murky black shade.

He then felt acid pour from his mouth, causing his body to instinctively make him hold his hands out. Soon streams of black blood dripped from his mouth beyond his control.

And then his body fell to the ground. Jonas walked over the body, making sure he took back his dollar bill.

He chortled weakly.

"Damn. You almost look as shitty as me now."

The robber then fell into a chorus of burning coughs. His ribs pulsed with pangs of pain through every cough. "You-. You have powers? Is that why this is happening-." He coughed out more, each cough seemed to empower the next. He couldn't get away from this fate, when the time finally came, the alleyway did not seem to mind the addition of an extra corpse.

Boracay Beach, Philippines.

"Hmm? Yes, I'm ready to leave whenever you need. Rockfish, dear. I'm just waiting on Reta so that we can all make it to Suzhou in time for the Auction."

Rockfish sighed.

"And Veleno? How's he doing in the sun for the first time in years?"

The feminine voice cackled with laughter.

"Veleno? He's having the time of his life!"

A stunning lady with victorious blue hair, explicitly generous bodily proportions, and a tender smile had her face lit up as she looked at Veleno who was sat under the shade of an umbrella gloomily under the shining Philippine culture. His long-acid green hair looked like seaweed as it had been recently soaked.

Rockfish laughed lightly.

"Oh, I'm sure Delno. I'm sure he is."

Delno was the stunning blue-haired Lady.

"So is that all, Rockfish?"

Rockfish replied swiftly and soundly.

"Yeah. Just go straight ahead once Reta arrives unless Reta needs some rest. After that, we can all meet safely in the Red Dragon Bar in Suzhou. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, I think-."

"Bye."

Beep.

The stunning lady let out a wry smile highlighting her velvety red eyes and flawless skin.

"...Bye."

Rockfish turned off his iPhone, letting out a loose breath.

Pueris and Angjayre were waiting right before him.

Angjayre tutted wisely.

"About time. Can we go now?"

Pueris nodded in sync with her mood.

"It seems like the time is ripe to leave, you know."

Rockfish cursed.

"Just let me finish preparations. I still have to clear up Shrarld's mess. He ended up using the Shadow Realm to warp to Suzhou and now Beta might have some gas on us. That moron accidently destroyed the entire airport, including the private flyer we hired for him."

Pueris intervened. "No need it's fine. There is no-one in the country who can stop him at this point in time. He will be fine, focus your resources elsewhere." He knew this because Justice 7 would still be fighting Russian forces in 2031, in a long drawn out war caused by a family of Russian ability users who had been using their ability to mutate abilities to cause chaos across the Globe.

Rockfish looked at Pueris, deadpanned.

"And how do you know this? That future sight of yours?"

Pueris merely stood still proudly. "Ask the lie detector, if you have doubts."

"Angjayre."

Angjayre leaned up to Pueris and clutched her eye. Soon an amusing wheel of neon-yellow was released from it.

"He speaks only the truth, Rockfish. It would be best to leave now, no need to waste our time with that caveman."

Rockfish leaned back before picking himself up.

"Fine. Just don't leave anything here. I don't want to have to over-use my precious Osmo-Port, taking all 3 of us is already going to take quite a toll on it.."

The two nodded like rabbits.

Rockfish smirked.

"Well then let's go to Suzhou." 

Beep.

A blinding yet eerily simple pillar of neon blue devoured the trio, apparating their forms far away.

They found themselves just outside a bar in Suzhou, China.

The air instantly felt unwelcoming and a nasty level of warmth.

Pueris looked around, they hadn't been intercepted by a certain Chinese Hero by the name of Spatial Roach. That was a good sign.

This mission will decide... Whether I stick with the group or go my own path. I really am doubting my younger self's decisions.

Pueris squinted his eyes from the blinding lights that seemed like foreign alien colors to him. He felt otherworldly among the strange stares he received. His stomach grumbled displeasingly and it felt like it would soon fall out.

It was only when he stumbled into the nearest bar, into the warmth next to a radiator that he found some comfort.

A low-level of comfort and the Fate-Weaver chugging on some river-water from a mesmerizing glass cup.

Pueris' entire body was set ablaze with shock, this shouldn't have been happening. Meanwhilst, his companions did not even recognize the Fate-weaver, they had no reason to, after all Pueris only knew her from the future.

Reality felt strange. His vision was a little too blurry right now. The sounds had all gone silent. Life was playing out like an old memory, gaps had been filled. His eyes weren't working perfectly.

"This feels like a dream."