Chapter Three

"Has she arrived at the shop safely?" I ask, turning to look at Phoebe, her signature red and wild hair spilling out from under her cloak hood. She tosses the hood back, letting more hair spill loose and curl over her shoulders.

"Yes, Silver Raven, She arrived safely with a boy named Dakota. I saw the Fate Thread. They are closely tied together. Their Fates intertwine." Her eyes betray her worry, while her face is a stone mask. Literally, it is a mask made of ceramic, in the shape of a cat head. Her code name is Sharp Claw, for a reason, we only call each other by our code names, in case of listening Soul Drifters.

"Thank you, Sharp Claw, you are dismissed. Watch her closely, until she goes to get registered. Then report back to me." Sharp Claw bows slightly, then quickly leaves, dropping the canvas tarp into place. I really hated the caves when I came at thirteen, but I've grown used to them. I'll leave their Fate Threads alone, for now. 

I throw open the doors to my mirror. My black hair is long and braided, but my face is covered in a silver mask, the shape of a raven. I study my eyes, one the same color of gray as my mother and sisters, and one the color of green my Father and Brother have.

I take off the mask and set it down on the stool next to the mirror. I take a deep breath before I look up, A scar runs the length of the left side of my face, curving slightly. There are the pinpoint marks right next to my left eye. I look into my eyes again. One gray, one green. Genevieve will look like this soon enough, only if I leave her Fate alone the way it is.

I am The Silver Raven. The Fate Changer. But my Fate Chosen job is Rebel and Threader, The Creator of Fates.